Paper Advertisement

I have just sent off to my local paper the advert I want to run in this weeks edition. 

I need to see if there are others out there like me. 

Graffiti Crime Fighters

Join me in the fight against the graffiti scum of the 

inner west.You must have a digital camera, notepad and 

be able to walk the streets of Sydney's Inner West 

day and night. Minimum 18 hour commitment or don't bother.

It's not all hard work! We can talk about graffiti, rubbish and 

how bad our local council is while we walk. FUN!

Mother will make us sandwiches. YUM!

Must be willing to call me the 'Dark Knight' whilst 

on patrol and have a passing interest in being 

called 'Boy Wonder'. Sorry ladies.

NO CRIPPLES! I walk fast and I've never heard of a 

crime fighting retard, have you?

Call Guido Balonium on 02 5555 5555

email:gcfinnerwest@gmail.com

Let's see what kind of reaction I get to this. 

Night Patrol

I decided to patrol my local area last night. The graffiti scum wouldn't have expected me to do that twice in one day!

My torch isn't as bright has I thought it would be. But that doesn't matter, the streetlights are quite good in this area. Infact, a little too good. I have a feeling they may be hindering my attempts in crime fighting. I shall write to EnergyAustralia and complain about the waste of electricity.

As luck would have it, a EnergyAustralia van is parked down the street from me. I approached one of the workers and asked if they were there to clean the graffiti. 

I may as well have been asking him to recite the Magna Carta.

No. They weren't there to clean up the graffiti.

Can you believe it? After less than 24 hours of doing this I sure can.

When I told him about the mass of graffiti in the local area, surely EnergyAustralia would have staff out at night to clean it up. Nobody wants to see that kind of work done in the daylight.

You could have knocked me over with a feather when he told me (get this) they were there to fix a faulty street light. Apparently graffiti cleaning isn't part of their duties. 

Now, I'm not having a go at this guy. He seemed pleasant enough for a pole climbing monkey, but he must have noticed the tags all over the pole. 

He told me the 'tags' I was referring to were actually 'Pole Numbers' added to each pole as a means of 'indentification'. I said "it doesn't matter what new word the youngsters have coined for this kind of stuff, it's still good old fashion tagging to me". 

Feeling frustrated by his obvious mental shortcomings, I decided to call it a night and headed off home to plan my next outing. 

It begins

Well, today's the start of my quest to rid Sydney's Inner West of Graffiti. God but I hate it!

Here's a run down of my diary:

8:00am: Awake and dressed in Graffiti Crime Fighting clothing. May need to chase down a crook or three. Have used Batman as my inspiration.

8:05am: Spill tea on GCF cape

9:00am: Cape cleaned and dried. Walking out the front door.

9:02am: Back inside. The neighbours are laughing. Maybe the cape was too much.

9:15am: Dressing in tracksuit and joggers. Have left via the back door and jumped the fence to avoid crowd out the front. 

9:20am: Success! Found my first bit of graffiti. Looks pretty fresh. Have decided to wait in bushes to see if they come back for more

9:45am: Lady in number 45 screaming something from her window. If she doesn't shut up she'll scare them off.

9:50am: Showed Lady in number 45 my camera and took a few shots of her in window to calm her down. Not sure if she gets it. Still screaming.

10:15am: Graffiti hoons have not come back. 

10:17am: Hear Police sirens nearby, maybe they are after them?

10:20am: Sirens very close now. Might get some shots of the action.

10:23am: Trying to explain to Police what I was doing. 

11:00am: Leaving Police Station without my camera and a order to attend court in three weeks.

12Noon: Been walking for over an hour and heaps of graffiti to record, but feel lost without my camera. Geotagging is so hot now and I just know it will make or break this blog.

12:20pm: Decide to call it quits for the day. My new crime fighting shoes have given me blisters. Did Batman have this problem? 

4:00pm: Turning up volume of TV to drown out the protesters and laughing neighbours out front of house. 

Not a great start, but a start none the less.