Showing posts with label Neighbourhood news. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Neighbourhood news. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 08, 2024

Death on our doorstep


Six people were murdered, and a dozen more seriously injured, in a manic stabbing frenzy at Bondi Junction Westfield on 13 April. The attack has sent shockwaves around Australia. It is also uncomfortably close to home.

Bondi Junction Westfield is a massive complex. It contains 445 retailers and services including a gym, two supermarkets, two department stores, a major discount department store and outlets for many of the world’s prestige brands including Prada, Gucci and Louis Vuitton.

It’s one of Australia’s largest shopping malls, filling several city blocks, some linked by a multi-level aerial glass-walled walkway. It’s also our closest retail centre. As a result, like so many in the area, Garry and I regularly visit this sprawling mall to shop or use its multi-level parking garage when attending medical and dental appointments.

This particular Saturday began like any other. While thousands went shopping, Garry and I drove north to spend the afternoon enjoying lunch with his parents. As we dined, a 40-year-old man, Joel Cauchi, walked into Bondi Junction Westfield carrying what onlookers described as a 30-centimetre-long hunting knife and began a deadly rampage.

As the attack unfolded panicked shoppers and staff barricaded themselves in storerooms and others hid in change rooms, while shops locked their doors and pulled down shutters. Alerted to the carnage by fleeing shoppers, a lone female police officer Inspector Amy Scott, entered the complex. Terrified bystanders directed her to the attacker on level five. She sprinted up the building until she encountered Cauchi. She ordered him to drop the weapon. He lunged towards her. She shot him dead.

Garry and I didn’t hear of the day’s tragic events until we headed home. Rhonda called to share the news as we drove away. The rest of our journey was spent listening to live radio broadcasts outside the mall. The victims, a classic cross-section of cosmopolitan Sydney, included migrants, a tourist, the daughter of a wealthy well-known Sydney figure, a grandmother and a young, first-time mother.

Investigators have learned that the killer suffers from schizophrenia. His father told the police he’d recently stopped taking his medication. It appears Cauchi may have been experiencing some sort of manic psychotic episode. Tragically, in the weeks since two more mentally ill men have made headlines in separate stabbing incidents. However, unlike the Bondi Junction killer, these two men appear to have been radicalized by online content. 

The first frenzied attack took place as evangelical Bishop Mar Mari Emmanuel was live-streaming a weekly sermon. The attack put the bishop and another priest at the Christ the Good Shepherd Church in hospital. Fifty-one police officers were subsequently hurt in an ensuing riot outside the church while the rampaging teen attacker sustained a severed finger during the stabbing.

Then, last week, a teenager was shot dead by police after he’d stabbed a shopper in the car park of a Perth Bunnings store. These incidents are tragic and incredibly traumatic for those impacted. Like many Australians, I struggle to understand why individuals with serious mental health problems are falling through the cracks in our nation’s health system?

Thursday, February 29, 2024

News that’s close to home


A Sydney-based same-sex couple was allegedly murdered by New South Wales police officer, Beau Lamarre-Condon on 19 February. Luke Davies, a 29-year-old Qantas flight attendant, was killed alongside his 26-year-old partner Jesse Baird, a popular TV presenter, at Baird’s home in the nearby suburb of Paddington. Luke is shown far left in the image above.

For a myriad of reasons, this crime has attracted intense media attention. First, Sydneysiders are shocked that an officer of the law, sworn to protect others, would commit such a callous pre-mediated act. People are equally stunned he used a police-issued firearm, which he kept at home for days, before finally using it to commit murder. 

The crime appears to have been driven by a delusional obsession with Jesse Baird. Stories are emerging of the accused cop stalking him for months, breaking into his home, accessing his phone, and trolling him online. Understandably, commentators are asking how anyone with such dysfunctional behaviour found his way into the force and then went unnoticed as he stalked another man.

Sadly, these men were murdered during the LGBTIQA+ community’s annual Mardi Gras festival. This event has a complex history of both activism and police brutality, after a protest march in 1978 resulted in dozens of people being beaten and arrested by local officers. In recent years, a Special Commission of Inquiry into LGBTIQ hate crimes uncovered systematic failures by the force to protect and defend the rights of community members. 

Understandably, news of a police officer killing a same-sex couple has cast a shadow over the festival. The community's grief and anger have then been compounded by the NSW Police Commissioner’s clumsy actions. Days after news of the murders broke, she formally apologised for the force’s failure to investigate past gay hate crimes, including unsolved homicides. For a second time in a week, the community was reminded of the violence and hatred it had experienced at the hands of police.

In a strange twist of fate, Garry and I recently met Luke Davies. He was a cabin attendant on our flight to Europe last month. He served us and fellow first-class passengers on the Sydney to Singapore leg. We also witnessed him caring for an elderly man with dementia, and his distressed wife, during the flight.

Luke is a former resident of Moore Park Gardens, the residential complex where we live. Apparently, he owned a small dog that he’d walk daily in the local dog park. I don’t recall ever meeting him but vaguely recall passing him in our building’s lobby a few months back. However, some of our dog-owning friends knew him well.

The proximity of Luke’s life and death is rather unnerving. I can honestly say it’s the first time I’ve ever had any personal connection with a murder victim. 

Image: Sydney Morning Herald

Saturday, December 16, 2023

Deck the halls


It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas in Crescent Street.  Last weekend we put up the Christmas tree and decorated the house. Garry's family are joining us for lunch on Christmas Day this year so we thought we'd make an effort. We've been away for the last two years so it's a bit of a novelty to be hosting at home again. 

The silly season is well underway.  Garry and I have been wining and dining our way through a host of exotic venues over the last few weeks. Our calendar has included a private dining room experience at a'Mare in the Crown Casino, a white-party-themed long lunch at Three Blue Ducks in the new Cannery complex in Rosebery, a leisurely business lunch at Chin Chin, and lunch with our staff at Luke's Kitchen in the Kimpton Margot Hotel.


I've also met business colleagues for breakfast at Grounds of the City, sampled boutique gin at Archie Rose, and sipped on cocktails in a private booth at The Rover. There's also been a BBQ event for residents in our building, plus two separate BBQ events with friends in neighbouring buildings at Moore Park Gardens.

I think I’ve just about had my fill of festivities. It'll be nice to kick back and relax on a boat when we go cruising for 11 days after Christmas. Although to be honest, as the sun rose this morning, a quiet coffee on our balcony was just as appealing.


Saturday, May 27, 2023

Flames alive


We experienced a little drama this week after a destructive fire broke out in central Sydney. The blaze started in a row of vacant brick warehouse buildings on Randle Street near Central Station about 4pm on Thursday. The buildings had been vacant for about 12 months pending the start of a major multi-million-dollar restoration the largest structure into a new boutique hotel.

Garry was the first to spot the fire. I was working in our showroom so he called and urged me to step outside to take a look. At its height, flames from the fire could be seen leaping into the air from our apartment balcony. The air was thick with smoke and a layer of ash was descending on cars and houses throughout the area. Television station helicopters took to the sky and were soon broadcasting live images of the growing inferno.  

It was surreal watching the drama unfolding on television, only to look up and see it with our own eyes. It reminded me of many times living in London where we witnessed firsthand the impact of an international news event unfolding around us.

As we watched, huge explosions could be seen as the fire engulfed the site. At one stage, a huge fireball rose moments before a major wall section exploded outwards, showering the street in bricks, concrete, and other debris. Later in the day, could still smell smoke in our apartment and in the corridors of our building. It all brought back surreal memories of the record bushfires we endured for months on end in late-2019.

In the days since four children have come forward to help police with their investigation. It appears that they may have started the blaze as part of a childhood prank gone wrong. 

UPDATE: 31 May
A 60-tonne long-reach excavator began tearing chunks of brickwork from the two highest walls of the 110-year-old warehouse, yesterday morning. Authorities are keen to demolish the most unstable sections as quickly as possible and reopen local streets that have been closed for a week.

Thursday, December 20, 2012

Lighting up the neighbourhood

Residents in the tower block next door are hard at work creating a new neighbourhood Christmas tradition.  Over the last week or so Garry and I have noticed more and more apartments decorating their balcony with flashing lights. As the number of participants grow, so does the overall effect.  We hope others in the complex will take up the challenge.  We think 18 floors of festive lights dazzling in the night sky would be truly spectacular. Here's hoping others will soon add to the festive experience.

 

Monday, July 06, 2009

How to blow £260

Our car was impounded today. For several weeks Camden council has been operating temporary parking restrictions as it progressively repairs the pavement on our street. Restrictions began this morning on a new section, exactly where we'd parked the Saab. We'd naively assumed we'd have most of the day to move it. This wasn't to be. £260 later and the car was released from the local pound.

It seems we're in good company. Last financial year (ending March 2008) Camden Council towed 4,314 cars, generating almost £841,000 in fines and pound storage fees. Incredibly, the council issued 529,874 parking violation notices during the same period. In 2005 London councils made £1.16 billion from parking charges and fines, almost twice the value of revenue they raised through Council Tax (i.e. council rates). Parking fines are big business in this country!

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

In working order

Finally! The escalator at our local tube station is back in action. Regular readers may recall it was taken out of service last August for a major refurnishment. More than ten months later the work is finally complete. The station's remaining escalator starts its overhaul within weeks.

Sunday, October 19, 2008

Now you see me


The last milestone in our relocation to London has been realised. Finding an optometrist was the last personal services relationship I'd yet to transition. However, today I ordered my first pair of spectacles and contact lenes, following on from an eye exam scheduled a few weeks earlier.

My hand was forced when my spectacles frame fell apart in May. After four years of continuous use its time had finally come. As a temporary measure I resorted to wearing a frame that Garry first saw me in five years ago. Back then he hated the frame and eventually marched me off to a local optometrist for new look. Fair enough. I only have to look through it, while everyone else has to look at it. Garry joined me again today to help select my latest frame.

As we browsed the racks history repeated itself. Four years ago one of few frames we both liked was also one of the most expensive in stock. The same fate awaited us today. My pricey new pair of spectacles will be here in two weeks. However, vanity aside, as with everything else in London, the cost of my exam and the frames on offer has been mind-boggling.

I wrote several years ago about this nation's misleading price tags. The number printed on each tag is identical to the number in Australia. However, numbers here are written in pounds sterling rather than the humble Aussie dollar. At the current exchange rate, this means things are 2.5 times more expensive than back home. It's sight for sore eyes.