COULD someone tell me why there were four Glend­ale Police Depart­ment cars at the bot­tom of our car park tonight? What were they doing there? More to the point, why were they sit­ting on their fat use­less arses doing noth­ing while I was over­taken by two black Mer­cedes doing about 60 on Cent­ral?

And talk­ing of use­less police, near our flat is a four-way stop sign that fre­quently has a police car parked near it ready to nick what must be the most dan­ger­ous crim­in­als known to man: the drivers who roll through stop signs. Hey, porky, why don’t you go […]