A Dignitary Visits.

Bloody copters.
Two hovering in the air for the past hour.
Interrupting my time series mugging.

Go away Clinton!

Yellow Submarine.

The perils of a cabbie running a late night shift.

From the 13th floor at 3.30 a.m., I hear loud thuds, sure is strange for someone to be having a baseball game out on the streets on this cold night eh? My eyes search the street below, keen to be a 'spectator' of the 'game' unfolding.

Finally, my far from perfect 20/20 vision lands sight of the players at one of the bases.
A little too late, as they run for lives after hitting a home run.

The battered victim walks away shame faced, making a quick getaway from the maddening 'crowd'.

****

I hope Mr Indian student who came to Australia searching for a better future after being lied to by unscrupulous migration agents is doing alright : /

My Life in 12 hours.

Ya know how you've heard them folks say 'I've seen one too many things in my day',

Well for someone who's barely lived to a quarter of a century, 'I've seen one too many things in A day'.

From domestic disputes involving police + ambulance + cordoned lifts awaiting blood splatter clean up to 3 hoodlums smashing car windows dead in the night.

This ain't no Bronx or PJ for that matter, its upper middle class South Melbourne : /

Tattletale

I called the coppers on my neighbours!

: D

That's not the end of it, the ambulance's here!
I'm waiting for them to wheel out em idiots.