Friday night

Taylor Square, midnightish.
The Irish girls are out in force, sans backpack:


Cute! Ok, a little slutty, but the square is another matter. Evidently superkeen to eradicate any untoward behaviour of any sort, it seemed the entire local squadron of available law enforcement was stationed in our beloved dead space:


Having taken that photo and rejoined Mick in the Courthouse pokie lounge, I thought perhaps I’d witnessed some sort of anomaly or had stumbled upon the tail-end of a drama I’d read about tomorrow.

But no, almost an hour later, there they were:


And we used to whinge about the lack of police presence…