Lazy Sunday....

Well...it's been a while since I posted anything here. Primarily it's because my all-in-one printer/scanner has broken and I really wanted to start adding some of the letters I get back to this blog.

Boy, you should see some of the responses I get!

But, alas...broken scanner...

Anyways, I've taken some time today to reflect on some of the victories and non-victories I have had since this blog started.

I've noticed people are look at me in a new light since I started this blog. There isn't a business in the Inner West that I haven't walked in and demanded they take action on graffiti that I have found near their stores. Now, when they see me walking down the street...the look on their face says it all. I call the look 'respect'.

The most galling non-victory of all is that the Lady at Number 45 still lives. That's it.

Lady in Number 45...or her evil voodoo dummy?

Say no more...this is the reason why I have returned.

Not on holiday, just resting

I have returned!

After a few hours of quiet reflection, I have returned to fight the good fight against all that stands in the way of all decent, law abiding citizens of the Inner West.

So look out Graffiti, abandoned cars, motorised scooters, rubbish and Lady in number 45. I am back!

Sydney's Air Quality

I wrote a letter to the local butcher the other day. A complaint about the quality of the air in the Inner West.

Oddly enough, the owner of the shop took me aside the next time I was on patrol and told me to...well, I'm to much of a gentlemen to repeat it here. Idiot butcher, sell me mince I wouldn't feed my mother let alone the dog!

Far be it from me to concentrate on something so inane as the quality of air, I couldn't give too hoots if the quality of air was not the butchers responsibility. I walk down the street, and if I decide the air smells a little rank...then I decide who takes the blame.

I mean, last week I was sitting at a bus stop...a council bus stop (it had a sign saying so) and then a bus stopped. Nothing unusual there, until I looked up. A sky writer...graffiti in the sky. That I saw from the council bus stop.

I've written a letter of complaint to Sydney Buses, the deli across the road and the Lady at Number 45 (she was waiting for a bus as well). All of them are responsible for this graffiti.

Oh..did I mention that Air Quality is on my crusade list.

Lady in Number 45

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

Lady in number 45 has taken it upon herself to 'patrol' our street to 'defend the helpless' against people like 'me'. 

Welcome to yesterday. (ZING!) - not sure if this is still being used. Heard it on a old Saturday Night Live (Jimmy Fallon is great, he should do movies)

I'd say something but the Court Ordered Protection Officer is recording what I say. 

Heh, but not what I type.

I feel more affinity with the Dark Knight.....

Scooter Chase - update

A slight setback in my war on Graffiti/Abandoned Cars/Unregistered Vehicles. 

Turns out my home made spike trap was a little too effective. Scooter was a write off and girl being cared for at local doctors surgery. 

More bad news.

The 5 year old was the granddaughter of Lady at Number 45. 

Police have been good and will do both cases on the same day in 3 weeks. 

Mother not impressed. But I will press on. 

It begins - follow up

The Police have kindly returned my camera and have warned me not to do it again. 

I plan to spend the rest of the day working on a slogan or catchphrase to use. 

[edit]

Just finished reading Batman comic. Have decided I will need my very own 'Boy Wonder'. Placing ad in local papers to see if any other like minded people are out there. Surely I'm not the only one?

Catchphrase and slogan can wait until I have finished my search. 

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.