Showing posts with label NSW Police. Show all posts
Showing posts with label NSW Police. Show all posts

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Darlinghurst Blog: Detritus: Police Action

There was quite a bit of police action on Bourke Street in the early hours of Friday morning and my trusty spy in the Darlinghurst flatlands, Ruby Molteno, was on hand to capture it all. The incident began about 1.15am with the sounds of car tyres screeching and an almighty crash, followed by the thuds of people running and a police siren. The next thing Ruby heard was a policeman yelling, ''Hands behind your head, or you'll get shot''. 
The police had cornered two suspects in an empty lot on Wisdom Lane. After cuffing them, the police made them lie face down on Barnett Lane, aka Ten Buck Alley, as they waited for back-up. 
Soon after, the police dogs arrived and barking like crazy they ran sniffing around the laneways before homing in on another two suspects who had jumped a fence into someone's back yard. 
All four were taken to Kings Cross Police Station.


So what was it all about? According to police sources that Ruby spoke to, the four men (who, incidentally, had shaved heads and mullets) were allegedly travelling in a car on William Street, when they tried to evade a Random Breath Testing stop. They veered out of control - nearly hitting a policeman - before crashing into a bike rack on Bourke Street and then making off on foot.
Night owl Ruby, who was passing by at the time, managed to see most of the action and later captured these pictures of the car being towed. 


I don't know what the men were charged with, but the bike rack no longer exists.

Monday, March 7, 2011

Darlinghurst: Detritus: Mardis Gras 2011 Photographs

Darlinghurst was buzzing on Saturday night with thousands of Mardis Gras revellers dressed in amazing costumes wandering the streets and streaming out of Kings Cross station all making a bee-line for the parade on Oxford Street. 
There has been much debate on news sites and blogs about whether Mardis Gras is still relevant. To the nay-sayers, I say, you're boring: if you don't like it, no one is making you go along. And to the people who moan, ''It was better in the 80s, these days it is just embarrassing'', you sound like whinging, old fogies carrying on about the past. Why not just let people enjoy themselves.
It's 2011 and the 33-year-old parade still manages to attract thousands of people to march and participate in the floats. Even more watched from the sidelines and from what I can gather they all had a marvellous time celebrating life and love, including this happy golden, young man.


Unfortunately I was unable to attend the parade this year but I was lucky enough to stumble on this great scene with golden man at the junction of College, William and Park streets, outside the Australian Museum:


They must have been participants in the last float of the parade.  Most of them had taken so much care with their make-up and costumes and the end result was mind-blowing.




I really don't know how this man managed to balance this massive jewelled and feathered head-dress on his head:


But then I came across this outlandish costume, with the most beautiful fabric and bead detail in the head-dress:


I love how these feathered friends were having a little gossip as if they just gad about in costumes like this all the time:


These three girls had hired fancy-dress costumes and caught the train down from Newcastle, north of Sydney, to watch the parade:


There were about 1000 extra police on the streets to make sure none of the revellers got out of hand. NSW Police did an excellent job this year, using Twitter and Facebook to provide regular traffic updates and public transport announcements so that everything ran smoothly. Only 18 people were arrested. Considering the large crowd, this was an excellent result. And the police that I saw appeared to be enjoying all the great costumes and seemed to be in really good spirits. 


After the parade was over, the streets were littered with alcohol bottles, rubbish and plastic stools, which some enterprising people had been selling to revellers for a tidy profit.
But by Sunday morning, the only signs of the night before were a few stray sequins, feathers and empty booze bottles.