Scoop! Two cops just nicked a guy in the street, right outside my house beside the tree. From the look of the malefactor he was known to police, too. A right villain. A toerag. A scrote. Nor did he go quietly - he grabbed a parking sign and despite encouragement from the boys in blue, took an eon to let go. I wanted him to scream "You ain't gonna take me alive, copper!" and jump off the curb into the gutter, but he just mumbled something about why a television happened to be sitting on the footpath.
Sadly, neither cop told me to "Move along, sir, nothing to see here", all I got was a cheery "G'day, mate". He must have been the good cop. I was tempted to ask if he'd like to borrow my telephone book, but I figured that might be pressing the bounds of cordiality.
TV's still there, by the way.
Update! Looks like someone is having trouble shifting the goods. Dunno why. That's some choice swag.