Ian "Mongrel" Will may be the wisest man in the western world.
He runs two thriving businesses but keeps well away from emails and social media.
"I spend no time responding to - what do you call it - spam," he says.
He does not have a computer, relying instead on an ancient mobile phone made by "Konka" (which is not the world's trendiest brand).
On his phone, he, well, phones people. He gets exasperated when people on their phones scroll up and down wasting time on social media.
He keeps his contacts in a large book (Google it).
Every year, he copies all the contacts out into the new year's diary. It takes him a few hours of arduous writing.
"It never gets hacked and it never goes down," he says of his trusty paper-based information system.
He just doesn't like the distraction of online life. "Be here!' he says. "Why be in cyberland? Cyberland is not real.
"I would rather pat a dog or cuddle my wife."
He uses cash, pulling out a thick wad to illustrate.
"I don't take EFTPOS. I'm offended by the bank getting 2 per cent off me.
"Everything I do is legal. I pay my taxes."
He has been negotiating with the Australian Tax Office to arrange the payment of tax as a business which doesn't have a computer. He has been given an exemption in a world where a mouse seems as essential as a pair of shoes.
Mr Will looks fearsome with his long and shaggy beard. He is tattooed from neck to foot - he said he started with the names of his kids and just kept going.
Despite his gruff look, his smile breaks the tough impression. He comes over more as a huggy bear.
Everybody, including himself, calls him Mongrel. He won't say where the name came from, but it goes back a long way.
He has two businesses. The day one is On Cue, which amazingly does have a website with basic information and a phone number - click it and you get put through to the Konka phone.
On Cue deals with pool, billiards and snooker - mending cues and tables and leasing tables to clubs and pubs. He also owns amusements like pinball machines, and leases them to arcades. "Whatever goes," he says.
In the early morning and evening, his cleaning business kicks in. It is basically him and a couple of employees, and it includes cleaning up after crime scenes. He says it paid well, albeit with a lot of distress.
He rolls up his own sleeves and gets down on his own knees. "I don't ask anyone to do what I won't do."
He's been a cleaner at the prime minister's residence, The Lodge. He still cleans factories and dentists' surgeries, starting at seven o'clock in the morning and finishing sometimes at half past 10 at night. During the day, the pool table business takes over.
He is also a mean player of pool, representing the ACT and Australia at the highest levels. He's captained the Australian Masters Team (for those over 50) in England. He will represent Australia later in the year in Cyprus. He plays two or three times a week - eight-ball is his specialty - and he sponsors events.
He has always been good with a cue. He played pool at the age of seven, and snooker at the age of 13. When his parents went to the RSL in Captains Flat, he would gravitate to the tables.
He was born in Canberra. As a 16 year old he left what was then Narrabundah High School on a Friday and started an apprenticeship as a motor mechanic the following Monday. "I've never been out of work since," the 59 year old says.
Soon one thing led to another and he decided it wasn't for him, but he had an uncle who was a cleaner and took that up instead.
In his spare time, he took up the Korean martial art taekwondo, and moved to Sydney where he ran a string of gyms.
As he got older, he opted back into pool. "I chanced into somewhere where there were pool tables and I played some money games. I won $1000 and thought that was all right," he says.
"I'm worth more than money. Money has no value as far as I'm concerned."
His aim is to be independent - which he has been "for a long time".
He has been with his wife for 25 years. He says he's her biggest fan, and she is his.
Oh, and by the way - he also keeps snakes in his office. Go and talk to him, and Gary is coiled in the tank behind you.
Gary snoozes wisely.
