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(above) Menary's abandoned campsite. He was possibly arrested by police. The damaged tent has been removed though broken tent poles remain amongst the garbage. Adelaide Mayor Martin Haese's said that Council workers remove rubbish daily from homeless campsites. That wasn't true, in this instance.
(above) Adelaide Mayor Martin Haese told me at the Hutt Street Centre that confiscated camping items can be collected later. But in this expulsion notice, there isn't any advice where a person can collect their belongings. Nor could Martin give a collection address when I asked him. He said he'd find out and let me know. That was a lie.
Linda and her husband have moved camp to a secret location to escape excessive visitors including three men they found sleeping in their tent. They’ve also obtained a bicycle. 31 March 2016
Another doctor talks about grinder injuries
A GP sat on the Salvation Army verandah in Pirie Street last Saturday evening. He works as a surgery assistant. He talked about tendon and artery injuries from angle grinders. Listening to him, I decided to postpone buying a $25 angle grinder and a packet of one-dollar disks from Kmart.
Mostly, he talked about Christianity and the Bible. That’s his main interest; he does surgery work to bring in money.
His approach to religion is via The Word, which is different from the Hill Song preaching style becoming popular at Congress Hall. He related well to John the Baptist who reads the Bible and take notes while everyone else is eating and yelling.
We get interesting people on Wednesday and Saturday evenings at 277 Pirie Street, Adelaide. 31 March 2016
An old man was taken aside by Grinder at a homeless event last week. “Don’t wimp out. Face life like the rest of us,” Grinder told the man, adding that he’d been thinking of him.
The man told Grinder the previous week that he was sick of life. In Grinder’s world, many of his friends are on a knife-edge of life and death. So Grinder keeps his eyes open. 31 March 2016
Terry the Christian’s good knee
Terry the Christian’s knee seized up earlier this week. Surgery eight months previously on his bad knee became infected and by last week it had doubled in size.
But it was his good knee that went kaput this week. Terry felt a crunch and now he can’t walk.
The collective diagnosis from Mary’s Kitchen is that he’s overweight, but more significantly, he’s put too much strain on his knees at the timber yard in Port Adelaide.
Terry was a close friend of Sue Peters, a Salvation Army volunteer who was killed by a car in 2013 when she chased her dog, Bella, across the freeway near Crafers. 31 March 2016
Big Al is in jail. 31 March 2016
Jungle Phillips is in the Flinders Medical centre suffering from a life threatening condition. The naivest painter will be there at least two weeks.
Jungle is a friend of the underclass at Mary’s Kitchen and appears frequently on Peter Goer’s radio program on ABC 891. He is a friend of Frantastic. 31 March 2016
Politicians hijack homeless event
Angels of Adelaide used the Adelaide Town Hall meeting room for their Easter Sunday homeless meal. It cost them dearly. Hairdressers from Blow: It’s a Hair Thing, including Vee, gave professional free haircuts in nearby Pilgrim Church hall, which was an improvement on the outdoor footpath used last year. Vee volunteered her services and cut my hair.
The food displayed on tables down both sides of the Town Hall room included a range of meats, casseroles, pasta bakes, Cole slaw, soft drinks and the usual twenty varieties of deserts. The Angels used their own money to purchase the fresh food, none of which was past the Use-By date. A man served barista-quality coffee from his machine that he brings each year.
The cost of using the Adelaide City Council Town Hall meeting room became apparent once we’d been seated in the colonial room. State Member of Parliament Rachel Sanderson got onto the stage and introduced herself and “our candidate” at the next federal election. The guests were either indifferent or stunned until an Aboriginal woman from Fred’s Van had the presence of mind to stand up and say the food was getting cold.
Horse Trader Steve, who lives in his car and is stone broke, took 14 plates of mostly meat then stashed it into plastic containers. Mrs Telstra collected six bags within thirty minutes. Wayne and the Croatian genealogist weren’t far behind.
An Advertiser newspaper camera woman framed Piano Player Wayne with a hairdresser on his right. This was acceptable because the hairdresser was working without pay and the Angels deserved a bit of publicity. But what wasn’t acceptable was Rachel Sanderson standing on the other side like a virus-laden website pop-up, wearing her false smile and holding a plate of food. What did she have to do with our event? Angels of Adelaide and Stefan organised and paid for the food.
For Wayne, it was a whirlwind passage: he’d gone from Salvation Army outcast to celebrity in two weeks.
Rachel parasitised our well-being further by walking from table to table asking how we liked the food, and introducing the Liberal party candidate, a fat man whose trousers kept falling below his belly.
Things got uglier when two-faced Adelaide Mayor Martin Haese arrived, his face covered in a rash that twisted through a routine of unpleasant grimaces until he’d composed his fake sincerity smile. He shook hands with the guests as if he had something to do with the function. He did. He was the price the Angels of Adelaide paid to use the exclusive meeting room. They had unwittingly delivered to him a captive audience.
Rather than supporting people living in the parklands, Martin has Council employees steal bedding kept under trees so when campers return to their campsites at sundown, they find their blankets gone. And hadn’t the Mayor on this occasion used a local government asset as a bargaining chip to guarantee his appearance at a homeless event? Was this ethical or did it verge on corruption, or was this simply Adelaide politics?
Throughout the meal, an upper class Indian bureaucrat employed by the Council, and dressed immaculately in a black suit, watched us unblinkingly through steely eyes as if we were his despised Untouchables from back home on the sub-continent. This wouldn’t have been tolerated if the Angels of Adelaide had used the smaller Pilgrim Church hall.
Meanwhile, five hundred metres across Flinders Street, the real homeless crowd stood in a queue in the park. They had instinctively preferred to wait for burnt sausages with sauce on white bread and tepid instant coffee that came with no strings attached.
I hope the Angels of Adelaide return to the lesser Pilgrim Church hall next year and that Rachel Sanderson, Martin Haese and their candidate stay away. 30 March 2016
Expelled from Parklands
Park rangers representing two-faced Mayor Martin Haese expelled Steve and Dylan from their parklands campsite.
The two now sleep in the open on the grass next to the power point at Hindmarsh Square, fifty metres from the Crowne Plaza hotel. 30 March 2016
Being the fourth Saturday of the month it was held in front of the Christadelphian Church.
As usual, they had sausages, eggs and onions on the barbecue plus other meats along with sauce, salt and pepper. There was also a large bowl of top quality bananas.
On another table were generous bags of toiletries some of which included floss.
Chairs were set up on the footpath and access to the toilets was down the laneway. Gary talked about his recent exploits working for five dollars an hour moving furniture. William was there, verging on seizure like a computer working at 98% capacity, one that shouldn’t be overloaded with burdensome conversation.
The Armageddon church people are exceptionally pleasant without being intrusive. For years I’ve heard from “progressive thinkers” that such church people are ignorant bigots, but by their actions they show they are intelligent and have values. But not everything goes in their world view.
30 March 2016
Anglicare inoffensive language guidelines
In respect to Anglicare’s program to remove offensive terms from the English language, it is fitting to discontinue referring to Rude Rhonda M. Callaghan as “Rude Rhonda”.
The correct term is now “Her Rudeness”.
30 March 2016
Vitamin Derelict’s brother’s funeral
The Vitamin Derelict smiled sadly as we talked of the burial-at-sea option for his dead brother, John Nash.
The Derelict likes this idea, both unconventional and cheap: chains and shroud. But he’s leaning more to a cremation joint on Grand Junction Road and a homemade plywood coffin.
The will is expected to be contested as The Derelict’s brother wanted to bi-pass his ex-wife in favour of a daughter.
30 March 2016
Peter the German
Peter the Squatter from Semaphore has moved into Hackney Lodge. He pays $180 a week for a room plus $20 for his car.
He previously frequented the Cottage Kitchen and Chat and Chew at Port Adelaide.
He misses the beaches at Semaphore, which in his life have been replaced by the savage traffic on Hackney Road where the O-Bahn tunnel is being built.
Peter is an urbane 60-year-old who goes off the deep end in a way described by another tenant as civil and decent.
30 March 2016
Aboriginals attempt to
reclaim Veale Gardens
Tribal and city Aboriginals are attempting to reclaim prime camping areas amongst the bushland back of Veale Gardens, but without success.
Male homosexuals maintain a constant presence, using live video feeds via their phones to monitor all activity, which creeps out the indigenous crowd. 29 March 2016
Homeless couple reject outer suburb exile
A man and woman living an exciting life in the Parklands want to rent a house or unit. Their case manager has offered to find them a place in either Elizabeth or Christies Beach.
“You might as well live in jail as to go to Elizabeth or Christies,” I told the woman.
“I won’t go there then,” she said.
29 March 2016
Relationship Australia manipulates
Second Bite’s free Aldi food distribution
Free Aldi biscuits, bread, fruit and vegetables from Second Bite are offered each Friday at the Relationships Australia building at 191 Flinders Street, Adelaide. But politics are involved.
Practically speaking, the food is available for anyone, but Relationships Australia is trying to fiddle the system by telling people they must be clients with Relationships Australia or one of their affiliated crony government funded organisations.
In a government funded industry desperate to maintain service statistics, this trick adds value to being a client of this group of organisations. It’s like a mafia cell insinuating itself in the free food distribution.
Relationships Australia with its anti-male attitude told one man not to bother turning up then told his female friend in a separate phone call that “no one will be turned away”.
If challenged, anyone can bi-pass this sexist mafia fiddle by voicing the magic words: Hutt Street Centre or Nunkawarrin Yunti. These are affiliated with Relationships Australia and privacy legislation stops them from questioning a person further.
I wonder if Second Bite knows what is going on.
The free food is distributed every Friday from 1:00 - 2:30pm at 191 Flinders Street, Adelaide.
29 March 2016
Police use pepper spray as room spray
A man living in the parklands told me at the Hutt Street Centre last week that four days previously he'd been manacled by police then pushed into a SAPOL paddy van. When he kicked the door with his foot, a policeman opened the door, sprayed pepper spray inside then slammed the door shut.
The man’s wife said it was illegal using capsicum spray on a handcuffed prisoner, but the man said that was the “name of the game when you play up”. 28 March 2016
Can collectors recapture Homo Hill
White can collectors have recaptured Homo Hill from the Gay Crowd near the Beaumont Road area of the race course. They’ve set up victory tents alongside which they keep their shopping trolleys full of empty drink cans.
A heavy duty homeless guard surveils the surrounding terrain in defence against can thieves and returning homosexuals. 28 March 2016
Russian Can Collector fined
You can see the Russian can collector in the city pushing two Coles shopping trolleys side-by-side, both bulging with cans.
He was fined $300 by the Burnside Council for collecting cans from rubbish bins, but through his somewhat brazen negotiating skills, the fine was waived. 28 March 2016
The Old Shearer
Max, 75, lives outside. Last week he donated $50 to the Kombi VW food van in Rundle Mall for their suspended coffee and food account. 28 March 2016
Grinder surprises the doctor
On Saturday evening, an Indian medical doctor talked about his training in plastic surgery to Lance Armstrong and Grinder in the laneway back of the Mary Magdalene hall. He asked Grinder why he was called Grinder.
Grinder took off his hat and displayed his misshapen skull, not quite joined together by surgeons after a broken angle grinder disk ground through his skull. The doctor was taken aback. 28 March 2016
Shoes stolen at Detox
40-year-old Allison is still walking around wearing a shoulder and arm cast and socks without shoes. She said someone at the Sobering-up-Unit at Whitmore Square stole her shoes.
Being a professional homeless camper, she hasn’t exhibited undue concern. 28 March 2016
Choir leaving Congress Hall?
According to a source, choirmaster Rosalie Turner of Forever Hopeful choir has been kicked out of the Salvation Army in Pirie Street.
Some members of the choir have been homeless.
Despite regularly training at Congress Hall, and performing elsewhere, the inspirational choir has given few performances at the Do Unto Others Saturday social events.
The source says Forever Hopeful is seeking another venue.
Hopefully, the two parties can reconcile. 28 March 2016
Collecting cans for smokes
Last week, a man in the homeless scene was rummaging through Adelaide CBD rubbish bins collecting ten-cent deposit cans to raise money for a packet of cigarettes.
A dismayed Chinese man gave him a handful of change worth $18:00: just enough for a small packet of smokes.
The Can Collector also found an unopened badminton set plus a flat screen TV without a remote. He said the trick is to locate apartment blocks used by Asian students and visitors returning to their countries. 28 March 2016
Anne Moran’s neighbours
Homeless campers were forced to leave their site not far from Adelaide City Council councillor Anne Moran’s house in North Adelaide.
After they left, Council employees arrived to rip out nearby bushes to prevent anyone secretly sleeping there. 28 March 2016
Terry the Gambler happier
A man wishing to remain anonymous has defended bad tempered and illiterate Terry the Gambler. Terry suffers poor health and has been particularly unhappy recently after being tormented by Danielle at the Adelaide Casino.
She’s said in public both inside and outside the Casino that he stinks. Saying it once was a wake-up call for Terry to wash his flannelette shirts more often, which he did, but repeating such admonitions has been described as sadistic.
Danielle’s gambling addict protégé, Train Wreck, has also come in for criticism.
Terry the Gambler felt exonerated when I told him of the other man’s observations, but still wants to sue the Adelaide Casino for $200,000 for putting him in harm’s way of Danielle. 28 March 2016
Adelaide City Council cruelty
An Aboriginal woman told me the Adelaide City Council closes the public toilet on Glen Osmond Road at Marshmallow Park at night to force out the tribal Aboriginals, many of whom have nowhere else to go.
When the bushes are sought in desperation, other park users complain about ignorant homeless people, not knowing that their opinions are being manipulated by Council bureaucrats.
The Aboriginal woman said that the local council in Darwin re-opened their Exceloo toilets 24/7 after long grass people splashed faeces over the concrete bunker. 28 March 2016
The Cousin promoted
The Cousin turns 65 in May and has completed the application to transfer from NewStart dole to Aged Pension. The process consisted of answering three questions. “Is that all?” he asked the bureaucrat. “We already know everything about you,” was the reply.
He could have received the higher paying Disability Pension years ago, but preferred to stay on NewStart and drive a community bus without pay to meet entitlement requirements.
28 March 2016
Dead body in Torrens River
By 9:30am on Saturday, people in the homeless scene were saying the dead guy in the Torrens River was the fat man with a beard who lived outside and was nick-named "Gino". 27 March 2016
(above) Enthusiastic Adelaide City Council weekend volunteer rubbish collectors in the Parklands may not recognise that a damp blanket on the ground is actually someone's bed that night, and that it shouldn't be thrown into the rubbish truck.
New Zealand man’s health declines You can spot the 62-year-old man with the walking stick from a distance due to the shaking arm dangling at his side.
This symptom of Parkinson’s disease doesn’t particularly worry him. What worries him is another symptom: the difficulty of enunciating words.
He was born in England, but mostly grew up in Australia until his parents took him to New Zealand, where he obtained citizenship. He can’t get the dole here, but can legally apply for DSP.
He’s been living in his van on South Terrace for eight months without an income. He’s depressed and last week lost his wallet that included his driver’s license, but not money because he doesn’t have any.
He’s had three heart attacks, has half a dozen fractures of his vertebrae, depression and now Parkinson’s disease.
The appeals tribunal decision reviewing Centrelink’s refusal to grant him the Disability Support Payment (DSP) was delayed another month because of his New Zealand citizenship.
Welfare Rights phoned him last week saying the tribunal, which consists of one Centrelink doctor, decided to grant him the pension. This means he’ll get six months back pay.
However, Centrelink won’t be paying the money for a few weeks until they decide whether to register an appeal. This rarely happens so it appears to be smooth sailing ahead for the man who has lived with dignity in his van despite failing health and no income. 27 March 2016
No Mercy at Ming Restaurant
Management of the Ming Restaurant in the Royalty Theatre building in Angas Street, Adelaide left a notice on a chair next a folding camp bed and swag in their undercover parking space. They told the camper to remove his stuff.
Two days later, the bed and bedding were gone, but the chair remained, but without its notice. 27 March 2016
(above) An apparently abandoned tent in the Aboriginal area of the Adelaide Parklands. Tribal people usually prefer sleeping under trees where they can be in contact with the wind and creatures, and the vista.
Aileen “AJ” Jefferis selectively handed out Rivers 100% cotton socks on Saturday morning to people living in the parklands. “Selectively” means she gave them only to people who live outside. She was serving food and giving away excellent used clothing outside the locked and empty Hutt Street Centre.
She said she never supplies synthetic socks because they can lead to “trench foot”. People living outside often walk around with wet shoes and socks.
Demos Roussos these days is rarely seen in the homeless scene. Big Ron wasn’t there because of the fighting four weeks ago. Ajay wasn’t there either. A Sudanese man was amongst the guests for AJ’s food.
AJ bought a new microwave without a rotating plate, which allows more containers of her homemade food to be warmed up.
AJ has nearly completed her doctorate in physiotherapy and soon we will address her as The Doctor.
She didn’t get married as advised previously: it was a joke. She said once was enough. Her son, Trent, continues his life from disaster to disaster. Her armour of invincibility cracks slightly when she says this. Ruf Us free food and toiletries 9:00am Saturdays Front of Hutt Street Centre 258 Hutt Street, Adelaide 27 March 2016
The Snake talks of Emma
“...hard task of saying goodbye...because it doesn’t matter what we do, we won’t see her coming down that laneway again.”
Ian “The Snake” Townsend Posted 27 March 2016
Maybe the belief that the world with all its evil will be destroyed in Armageddon is what makes the Armageddon Barbecue crowd happy. They exude such positive energy.
“It’s the best barbecue of the week,” a man from Crazy Cottage said.
On Saturday, they served coffee from large vacuum flasks, orange and apple juice, fried bacon, sausages and other meats with fried eggs and onions on bread with sauce.
Saturdays at 8:30am Hurtle Square Every fourth Saturday is at the Christadelphian Church in Halifax Street. 27 March 2016
Secret Agent McCulloch
A diner at the Hutt Street Centre said that cook Brenda McCulloch constantly watches a monitor in the kitchen linked to secret cameras placed within the buildings.
His evaluation is made on the premise of paranoia that may lead to trust rather than trust that may lead to disappointment. 27 March 2016
Alison’s shoulder and upper arm were encased in a white plastic cast when she emerged from the South Parklands last Saturday morning. She wore socks covered in grass and there was a sad aura about her.
But this elderly Aboriginal woman retained her professional homeless demeanour and didn’t react when told the Ruf Us hot food was all gone.
Grinder saw this and gestured for AJ to give his plastic container of meat and vegetables to Alison.
Grinder lives outside permanently. He previously was injured in an industrial accident where a broken grinder disk ground through his skull and into his brain. 25 March 2016
Anglicare's non-offensive language guidelines
According to an athletic person (formerly the skinny man) from St Bede’s Drop-in-Centre, short women are no longer to be referred to as short: they are now demure.
And Peter Sandeman is no longer Anglicare’s Chief Executive Officer: he is now Community Member No. 1. 25 March 2016
Janet and a man admonished Tony to stop giving his money and cigarettes to R. and others.
Tony is easily intimidated; he’ll let anyone rob him of smokes and money without a word of resistance. “Don’t give them your smokes or your money,” Janet said, sternly.
It isn’t clear if Tony heard a word. His favourite activities include walking around the outside of the Foodland supermarket at West Lakes Shores. His trousers are holed as if burning cigarettes were held against the fabric and his flesh. 25 March 2016
Addicts versus Abstainers
Bumper Harry On-The-Prowl spends his nights and weekends in an Adelaide CBD underground carpark with elders from his affiliated tribes.
“The old people, they off it. I look after them...six bros arrive, young, on the gear. I say, you’ve got rooves, we haven’t, you’re on our territory, pow...,” he says, then explains further how he maintained the status quo. 25 March 2016
According to a witness, a mob of Ethiopian Christians prepared last Wednesday’s meal in the Benson Room kitchen at the Salvation Army. They were joined by two non-Ethiopian volunteers.
When the Equity Queen questioned why the two non-Ethiopians were in the building, one of them told her somewhat inelegantly to piss off. 25 March 2016
A woman’s plea
“I want bags; I want bags,” a woman's plaintive cry was heard in the disability shower room that she shared with a drug dealer at the homeless joint. 24 March 2016
Cowboy has put a raincoat over the top of his wheeled suitcase that he takes everywhere. His eyesight is declining. He said he’s got cataracts, but isn’t going to have surgery. Instead, he’s going to get a white cane. That’s what he said.
The old jackeroo and rodeo performer appears to be living outside. 24 March 2016
Gorgeous George in trouble
J. said that George seems to be falling apart. He went to a meal in Hurtle Square still wearing his pyjamas.
George is called Gorgeous George because of his positive personality in an environment of paranoia and fear. 24 March 2016
Grinder’s sleep pattern
On Saturday, Grinder said he hadn’t slept since Monday. 24 March 2016
A man who lives at Crazy Cottage says that most tenants avoid crystal methamphetamines because they prefer alcohol. They drink all night then collapse at daybreak then arise in late afternoon when they start again.
The man referred to Crazy Cottage on the corner of Carington and Pulteney Streets as Carrington Cottages.
24 March 2016
Musician and man about town, Lee, has developed a technique to stop negative people in their tracks. He responds to their negativity with even more negativity, until the negative person shrink runs away depressed.
That little conversation with him made me feel depressed.
24 March 2016
Pseudo attempt to light
woman’s hair on fire
The brown-haired Judgemental Woman tried to light Explosive Melissa’s hair on fire with a cigarette lighter. That’s what a witness said. He was amongst Melissa’s allies on the Salvation Army verandah in Pirie Street last Saturday.
Melissa reacted in a shouting rage, and with arms flying, made a series of faux attacks and retreats then threw items over the verandah onto Pirie Street. The ever smiling young white man with a shaven head mimicked her histrionics in empathy by throwing Berliner bun packaging into the air then somersaulted onto his back.
The Judgemental Woman locked eyes with Melissa as she phoned the police.
“Calling the police on herself,” an astute soldier noted. Yet Melissa was frightened; she feared being locked up. She’s thin and weak and isn’t a natural fighter. Her eye was blackened after a punch from a man at a bus stop last week.
The Judgemental Woman is heavier set and wears a drowning look on her face, possibly from psychiatric medication. She badmouths drug addicts, which doesn’t win friends in an environment of drug users. Like The Man Formerly Known as the Drug Addict. He was outraged by her comments.
Captain Matt Reeve and the Equity Queen’s daughter placed themselves between the warring parties.
On the basis of the Army viewpoint, apparently, police took away the Judgemental Woman, probably to a psychiatric ward.
No one was particularly upset except Explosive Melissa who was bursting with anger. She threw slices of the infamous Do Unto Others soggy pizza at Theresa, who was breathtakingly unresponsive even when hit by the sloppy food.
Theresa had already had her fifteen minutes of fame an hour earlier when she brought her nasty little dog into Congress Hall. The Equity Queen’s daughter told her to move the animal to the verandah.
When Melissa unleashed her pizza assault, the Equity Queen’s daughter got Theresa and her yapping dog and her Dutch boyfriend to leave.
An Army woman referred to Explosive Melissa as “Another Emma.” But Emma’s rage was directed against herself, and was more lethal. Melissa is different.
With luck, Explosive Melissa will reach 80 years of age and be the angry woman of the nursing home. 23 March 2016
Even worse than Hackney Lodge
An old man with mobility problems was looking so ill as to be unrecognisable. He recently escaped Hackney Lodge, but landed in an even worse rooming house. Drug addicts day and night try to force their way into his room.
22 March 2016
“We’re not children.”
A man and his ill wife living in the South Parklands were referred by a housing case manager to Medindie Lodge.
The man was outraged saying, “They were trying to move us into a lodging house; we’re not children.”
Another man referred there described the building and its tenants as resembling something from a horror movie. 22 March 2016
Wayne loses another round
A government health inspection has given the Salvation Army kitchen at Congress Hall in Pirie Street a “five star rating”, according to a smiling veteran soldier. 22 March 2016
(above) This two hectare sports ground between Anzac Highway and the Adelaide Cemetery hasn't been used for years except for dumping of gravel and parking cars during the Royal Show. With its surrounding bush land and unused public toilets, it would be an idea safe area for homeless campers. But two-faced mayor of Adelaide, Martin Haese, ensures that council rangers stop homeless people parking their cars here, even during the day.
Michael’s and Jason’s murder cases
Details for the murder charges against Jason Luther Curtis and Michael Lyall Johnson aren’t available due to suppression orders.
The Courts Administration Authority told me there is a video conference on 15 April 2016, but isn’t clear if it is for one or both men The Authority said, “Due to suppression orders on these files, we are unable to provide you with any further information unless you are a party to this matter.”
Jason Luther Curtis was charged with murdering Rose-Marie Sheehy in 2015. Her body was found in the BusinessSA carpark storage room. Michael Lyall Johnson was charged with murdering Deborah Balbi in 2012.
Jason until his arrest slept on the verandah of the Salvation Army in Pirie Street while Michael was a respected Salvo volunteer who related well to homeless people and drug addicts. 22 March 2016
Nailing the small guys
According to witnesses, the police sniffer dog caught six people at the Hutt Street Centre. This included a dealer who possessed only dope. One person was allegedly caught with an ounce and a half of cannabis. Expiation fines were issued.
Five people were caught at WestCare, according to the same witness.
It still isn’t known if the drug dog searched the client areas or included the employee-only areas of the complex. 22 March 2016
Mary Magdalene lifts game
The food at the Mary Magdalene Church hall in Moore Street regained its form last Saturday.
The soup was nice, but the roast beef with gravy, roast potatoes and carrots, creamed cauliflower and roast pumpkin was better. It wasn’t tossed together institutional-style, but cooked with care. This was quite a feat when producing perhaps 180 servings. St Michael’s was rumoured to be the cooks. There were huge amounts of prime roast beef.
Some guests had three plates, but I could manage just one, and that without meat and gravy.
The stained plastic cutlery was disgusting. Management fears metal cutlery will be converted to weaponry, but Mary Magdalene church hall isn’t a prison cafeteria. It’s an underclass gathering mostly for old men and where there hasn’t been a fight for years when Chris the junk collector defeated Father Christmas in a bun fight.
The Man from Peterborough destroyed two plastic forks on the beef so “The Face” used one of the prongs to pick his teeth.
Dessert was an excellent rhubarb and apple crumble with nasty low-fat ice-cream. The Ghost has diabetes so he gave his desert to The Cousin who also has diabetes.
The Senile German was looking for trouble, but couldn’t find it. Outside, two girls from a church and James the Transvestite sang a sexy song.
A dozen good natured tribal Aboriginals were there plus a woman who accused someone in 2007 at Fred’s Van of being a paedophile, just for the hell of it.
The atmosphere was friendly as if a mysterious force had temporarily freed us from our worldly cares and worries.
22 March 2016
Adelaide Casino ends Crony Gang scam
The Crony Gang’s year long educational campaign ended last week when the Adelaide Sky City Casino stopped allowing points from guest cards to be credited to members’ loyalty cards.
To upgrade from a standard blue card to a diamond card requires about $1000 turnover through a pokies machine.
The Crony Gang bi-passed this requirement by collecting discarded guest cards from around pokies machines. A card with 300 points worth $3.00 is negligible, but transferring this amount to a blue card is interpreted by the Casino computer as $1800 turnover in the machines, resulting in an instant promotion to a Diamond, Pearl or Platinum card.
This in turn results in $20 worth of points each week plus unlimited non-alcoholic drinks 24/7 in the Barossa Room cafe.
The Crony Gang broadcast this loophole to everyone in their network resulting in the Barossa cafe being besieged with non-gamblers claiming free drinks and meals.
This wasn’t simply an act of self-aggrandisement, but also revenge as dozens of people in the homeless scene have lost their life savings, even their homes, to gambling at the Casino.
The guest card scam was good while it lasted; The Gang is currently research a new loophole.
21 March 2016
An uncomfortable conversation
A suspect in the theft of the volunteer nurse’s medical and pedicure equipment talked to her in the Benson Room at Congress Hall last Wednesday. She didn’t listen long then said she had to do something else.
It would be nice if the suspect confessed and made amends, but how many of us can admit our trespasses against others. It’s very difficult. And we’ve all done bad things to others.
Perhaps, if the offended can intimate their forgiveness in advance, that would help the guilty face their shame. And we’re all guilty of some dark deed for which we’ve never been caught.
21 March 2016
Old Nick saves electricity
Anglicare installed a second air conditioner in Nick’s Laura and Alfred West Cottage Homes Inc unit at Mitchell Park. Then they raised the rent $15 a week.
But Nick can’t figure out how to turn it on. That doesn’t matter because he doesn’t want to waste juice on hot days so he sits on top of another tenant’s air conditioner.
This tenant uses it on heat cycle even on 40C degree days, which means the machine expels cold air outside, where Nick sits. “How hot would it be inside?” Old Nick asks, mystified.
21 March 2016
Street to Home
Remembering Street-to-Home manager Greg Calder's 2006 assault of an older man and the subsequent Department of Health cover-up.
Nurse Jacky didn’t claim to have a secret, but rumour has it that there are secret allegations from a sometimes psychotic person. However, some sleeping dog rumours are better left sleeping. 20 March 2016
“Her death has been acknowledged in other churches around Adelaide because she was so well known on the streets.”
Mourner at one of Emma’s memorial services R.I.P. Emma Kate Hines Posted 20 March 2016
George gets told off by the homeless man
“George”, 85, was a little surprised when the old guy who sleeps outside the railway station told him the Adelaide Casino comes down hard on people doing what George was doing.
George was playing amounts left on the pokies machines, and collecting forgotten coins left in the trays.
The old guy advised George in no uncertain terms that he had strayed into his part of the Casino. It was his territory and George had better shove off.
George told him he was from the country and hadn’t known about that sort of thing, and he wouldn’t do it again.
George couldn’t help laughing when he told me the story. What part he was laughing at wasn’t clear, but he can find discover the funny aspect in any situation. And he knows how to get the last laugh. He’s quite wise.
20 March 2016
Explosive Melissa swung around to confront the old woman in the free food room last Saturday. The derro bag dangling from her back knocked items from the old girl’s hands. Melissa yelled and dangled her fingers insultingly in front of the old girl’s eyes.
No one objected because the elderly eastern European woman had already been through once, and then instead of rejoining the back of the queue, she walked straight into the room and grabbed what she wanted for a second time. This was when others, including some who live outside, hadn’t been through once.
“Keep moving,” an Army soldier said, to defuse the conflict, his eyes carefully avoiding Explosive Melissa. The waiting queue supported Melissa, whose outbursts are usually based on a sense of moral fairness.
The dopey older woman still didn’t back off, and lugged her second load of groceries back to her German and eastern European friends.
20 March 2016
Adelaide Casino toilet sensors
Adelaide Sky City Casino installed sensors behind their toilets. When the infra-red beam is disturbed the sensor sends a message to the Casino’s security computer.
The message says someone is in the toilet cubicle. If the person doesn’t move after a certain period, the computer tells a guard to check that cubicle. 20 March 2016
The Viking Can Collector
The Ghost Who Walks bought 600 cans of coke last week at 50 cents a can. He bought them on behalf of The Viking who accentuates his ascetic non-welfare lifestyle with Coke. He usually obtains them from store rubbish bins, but this source had recently dried up. His other source was Bluey, who has since disappeared.
The Ghost required three shopping trolley loads to carry the cans to his ute. The Cousin bought just 50 cans because he’s switched to Soda Stream. He claims it’s nearly as good as Pepsi Max, but no one believes him, especially after the taste test.
19 March 2015
Salvo Spy Cameras
Salvation Army officers and soldiers were encouraged to promote the positive benefits of the surveillance cameras installed at Congress Hall last year.
However, numerous Army staff obfuscated when asked whether the file containing the assault of Piano Player Wayne had been retrieved from the 24-hour loop.
One would think that these surveillance files would be the first level of evidence.
While no one with a sense of fairness wants Mr Gout charged with assault, one could think that the evidence could justify Piano Player Wayne be given a reprieve from being kicked out of the Do Unto Others program.
And even more mystifying is Piano Player Wayne’s reluctant to call for the video file to be produced.
19 March 2016
Adelaide Casino respect for disabled people
An elderly disabled woman says that when cleaners want to clean the disability toilets, and discover someone is inside, they kick the door with their feet then bang it with the mop handles.
19 March 2016
(above) Some institutions close up shop on the slightest pretext. I wonder if Ian "The Snake" Townsend went home without pay when the water stopped. Or did he bunker down in his office?
(above) Back in the early 1980's, the rickety gates of WestCare were decorated with then fashionable World War 1 barbed wire. Today, WestCare has adopted the Yatala Labour Prison look, designed to alleviate cultural shock for criminals fresh out of the slammer.
Enter, The Q Man
Quentin Kenihan has been engaged to give Piano Player Wayne advice on his discrimination complaint.
The Q Man was instrumental in the 1980’s when he singlehandedly prevented the federal government from introducing tests and licenses for disabled people driving electric invalid scooters.
Piano Player Wayne is also re-formulating his Equal Opportunity Commission discrimination complaint against every organisation that has discriminated against him when he was accompanied by his $3000 The Therapy Cat.
18 March 2016
Emma Hines’s desperate need to help
“She’d ask to serve lunch and when you said, yes, her face would light up; she was a ray of light...she has found peace; she has found healing; I genuinely believe this.”
Veteran homeless welfare worker Posted 18 March 2016
Nice crystal methamphetamine couple
The thin blond woman who lives outside gazed through the plate glass window of Congress Hall with such rapture that I turned away less it be dampened by my tormented expression.
She sat close to her boyfriend described by some as older though his appearance might be the result of Ice.
Twenty minutes later I couldn’t resist sneaking a glance. They were slumped over, not in sleep, but in a wakeful stupor.
Later, when they were leaving, they rummaged through the giveaway bread and buns to get exactly their preference: no substitutes would suffice.
Her body was slightly depleted of flesh.
They’re a nice couple, polite and respectful to others, even happy, and have adopted the drug addict lifestyle for the foreseeable future. Yet it’s difficult not to feel sadness for both of them.
18 March 2016
Back from the dead
An older man from St Bede’s Drop-in-Centre in Semaphore heard his dead father talking in the next room. “There’s a cat on my bed,” dead Daddy said.
He went into the room and discovered a cat sleeping on his dead father’s bed. 17 March 2016
Mary’s Kitchen in Glenelg
A man with kids wouldn’t let an old woman on a walking frame get past him. He said she pushed her way to the front each week. This was in front of the church.
He repeated this complaint animatedly another seven times. It was his moral stand, despite choosing the wrong woman for which to apply it. The woman he wanted to target was sitting in her car across Jetty Road. He’s usually more discreet and cares for his children well.
Among the sixty diners were ten new people. I warned a young newcomer that he’d better be careful or he’d end up like us. He said he was already like us; he’d broken up with his girlfriend of four years; he mentioned drugs.
Paul McGrath of McGrath Real Estate Group was there. His deceased mother started Mary’s Kitchen. Her name was Mary McGrath. Her husband is Ray McGrath. Paul’s wife is Lisa, who is the Uniting Care social worker at St Andrew’s-at-the-Sea church, which hosts Mary’s Kitchen.
Mary’s Kitchen has a wide base of upper middleclass skilled volunteers. They never swear at guests or dump food over their heads. Some work during the day then arrive at 5:00pm to serve us. Geoff and Sarah were there. They generously allow Ben and Giuseppe to hold their kids. The kids like the men who work at Bedford Industries.
A woman at Mary’s Kitchen routinely calls upon her dead parents to strike down her enemies. She prefers physical weapons, but after a problem in the courts she has added psychic power to her arsenal. But in an ironic twist another diner has called upon her dead grandfather to attack the first woman.
Guests arrive on the steps of the church one hour before the gates open. Many stay half an hour after the gates have closed. Last Tuesday’s meal included quality soup, buns and margarine, small glasses of chopped fresh fruit, tea and coffee, lamb chops, chicken patties, sausages, Cole slaw and potato salad.
This didn’t stop Johnny Johnson afterward from announcing loudly that he was going to Hungry Jacks on Anzac Highway.
Mary’s Kitchen Tuesdays 6:00pm St Andrew’s Church-at-the-Sea Jetty Road, Glenelg 17 March 2016
The Man from Broken Hill
The Man from Broken Hill has been kicked out of the Salvation Army DUO functions on Pirie Street for life. He shoved the Equity Queen on one occasion last year, and on another he slapped her hand.
If he returns to discuss the matter, he might be allowed back in. His only comment has been that he’s been kicked out of many places so what’s the big deal.
17 March 2016
Painters are redecorating Steve and Kylie’s unit in the Kingslea Apartments. The couple’s artistic knick-knacks have disappeared from the front window.
It is expected the blood will be washed or sanded off before new paint is applied.
Another tenant refuses to talk to the person who held a knife against his throat and warned that he’d get his throat cut if he didn’t keep his mouth shut.
16 March 2016
Drug dog at Hutt Street Centre
Police brought a sniffer dog to the Hutt Street Centre last week. According to a witness, some guests with small amounts of illegal substances were issued with fines.
It isn’t known at this time whether the sniffer dog caught the “Clued-up Drug Dealer”, or whether the dog was taken into the employees work areas, or Data Central across the street.
16 March 2016
A bro in the indigenous scene at Elizabeth Downs says the bros roam across the suburbs at night, sneaking through backyards, stealing whatever they can, whether it is useful to them or not.
He says they charge themselves up on drugs so they think they’re “Gangstas”. During the day, they sleep unless they’ve got Centrelink or court appearances. 16 March 2016
Even old men who hate showering are complaining about the plethora of garlic pizzas at Fred’s Van at Gawler Place, especially on Mondays.
“All garlic, nothing else,” the Ghost Who Walks said, putting his hand over his mouth.
In a separate incident, a woman named Melissa threw a cup of coffee over Dominique. It isn’t clear if it was Explosive Melissa or another woman. Dominique told her he wouldn’t respond because he didn’t believe in hitting women.
16 March 2016
Not saving Emma Hines
“The community fails yet the community comes together.” Housing Trust employee who knew Emma Kate Hines
16 March 2016
Therapy Cat kicked out of Salvation Army The Therapy Cat has officially being kicked out of the Salvation Army DUO program, along with its owner, Piano Player Wayne. Captain Matt Reeve, Clare Reeve, the Equity Queen’s daughter, and the two new Lieutenants put their name to an exclusion statement put on each table at Congress Hall on Saturday evening.
They justified their action in order to protect others from “matters that are deliberate and intentional in causing fear and disruption.” Wayne took his Therapy Cat to Congress Hall last Wednesday. That was the final straw. His treatment of the cat has angered others for months, but the real impetus for his exclusion was his complaint to the Adelaide City Council. He said the free food cooked and delivered to his house by Natalie the Nurse was no good.
But “Mr Gout” has been forgiven by Congress Hall management despite punching Wayne a number of times on Saturday 5 March.
His actions were classed, presumably, as being not of his own volition, but the result of his anger at the way Wayne treats his Therapy Cat. Management has reacted as if they believe the assault scenario was consciously manipulated by Wayne, whom they believe had the intellectual astuteness to defuse the other man’s anger.
Complicating the decision is the fact that Wayne is a fourth generation Salvationist, and that while management of the program have banned him from the Do Unto Others gatherings on Wednesday and Saturday, their power to exclude him from other functions is debatable.
Another tricky aspect to the case is that Wayne knows the Army’s internal scandals ‒ every organisation has them ‒ but he’s loyal to the Army and keeping them to himself.
A disturbing aspect of the case is the lack of natural justice in a group dedicated to social justice. There haven’t been any formal and specific accusations against Wayne; nothing against which he can defend himself. And there is the complication of the Spy Camera file taken while Wayne was being hit, admittedly half-heartedly, by Mr Gout.
But what is clear is that Piano Player Wayne speech inflames the minds and emotions of others, and in an atmosphere of traumatised people this is inappropriate, even damaging.
Wayne is the highly intellectual son of a working class man who drove trams. He has diabolical health problems and relies on a handful of prescribed pills each day. He’s holed up in the unit he purchased from the Housing Trust and is a fish out of water wherever he goes.
What can such a talented man like this do except think and talk and rail against the incoming tide?
15 March 2016
(above) Break-in attempt of unit in the Kingslea Apartments in Glenelg North. The Housing Trust has ignored requests to replace the screen damaged months ago. Steve and Kylie had their throats slashed in a neighbouring unit.
“She was an angel and we’re going to be lesser for it. We didn’t understand her.”
Anonymous woman mourner 15 March 2016
Crystal Meth man apologises
The white man with thin tattooed arms apologised to Anne and Laura of COS We Care about the incident when he was challenged about the amount of tinned food he was taking. He yelled back that he could take as much as he wanted because, “You get it donated.”
He explained later that he’d been on amphetamines. He said he hates how he is when he’s on the gear. He’s been off them for two weeks and has regained his equilibrium. 15 March 2016
(above) Small memorial card leant against a tree at the Fred's Van site in Gawler Place, Adelaide. Hundreds of people using this park have respected the memory of frightened lonely Emma Hines.
Salvation Army kind respect
for Emma's memory
When a memorial placard for Emma Hines was taped to the front verandah of the Salvation Army in Pirie Street, it was expected that it would be removed within days.
In kindness to the memory of Emma Hines, the corflute has been left in place by management and the hundreds of people who use Congress Hall at all hours.
A similar corflute was left at the back of the Magdalene Church hall in Moore Street. It also stayed in place and was commented on kindly until pro-homosexual activists added their own stickers. It was refreshed with a replacement that looks beautiful against the 150-year-old bricks lining the back laneway.
Memorial placards placed at St Luke’s Church mission in Whitmore Square were removed within hours.
A cardboard memorial at Fred’s Van in Gawler Place has been respected by the hundreds of tormented and desperate people who use Fred’s Van, and also by office and garden workers.
A black corflute with yellow lettering remembering Emma was tied to a tree in an area occupied by tribal Aboriginals in the West Terrace Parklands. It has survived roadwork crews and their machines, Council grass cutters, and someone has attached a string of paper flowers to the base of the tree.
late 14 March 2016
Scams and Alzheimer’s disease
An 85-year-old man told me he’s got a new neighbour. He lives in the Laura and Alfred West Cottage Homes units at Mitchell Park. The new tenant replaced Bev, who moved out.
This new tenant says he receives instructions from a friend in Yatala Labour Prison.
The 85-year-old told me his mail began going missing when the new tenant moved in. Then his gas and electricity suppliers mysteriously changed. His Telstra account changed to Talk. He received new bills from that mob, and for which he paid.
He switched back to Telstra, but retained his new utility suppliers because, he says, two bills were for zero amounts.
He laughed at that; he laughs at most things.
He’s afraid of the dark. “I’m terrified of the dark,” he says, smiling less. He readily acknowledges he has Alzheimer’s disease, but finds life in his declining years a happy joke.
He visits homeless joints providing he can get home before dark. He hopes to meet Rude Rhonda from Anglicare despite telling me she was at their annual picnic.
He was a cane cutter in North Queensland in the early 1950’s. He never expresses bitterness or self-pity and pretends to be a simpleton, but quietly gets the last laugh on everyone. His adjustments to declining health should be a role model for everyone, but no one notices this old simpleton.
14 March 2016
Wild Iranian not the stabber
The Iranian camper is not the fellow who stabbed the Card Player at WestCare. Blithe Spirit pointed this out in the free food room at DUO’s on Saturday night.
The stabber initially returned to WestCare after 24 hours, but has not been seen recently.
Meanwhile, the Iranian camper was wearing girls’ earrings and girls’ facial make-up at DUO’s on Saturday evening.
14 March 2016
Emma Hines at home
“...lived in a house with just a mattress, spent very little time at home... I hope she’s at peace.” Elderly woman veteran in the homeless scene Posted 14 March 2016
The classy Linda berated another woman at the Salvation Army on Saturday night. She said what you see at their campsite isn’t talked about. That’s the code. 14 March 2016
(above) Herbie on Hutt has disappeared. It was a strange concept of growing herbs in a public space, but it had become a landmark. There were also tomatoes grown in these sections of water tanks. An old vegetarian sneaking around at midnight ate them.
(above) Herbie on Hutt at night
“I’ll knock your teeth out”
“Are you laughing at me? Do you want your teeth knocked out?” the Street Fighting Woman said, edging closer. Unlike Aboriginal women who punch from shoulder height with outstretched arms, she prefers short uppercuts delivered without warning.
“I’ll knock your teeth out,” she repeats, moving even closer, her eyes unusually glassy. She sits next to me on the steps and talks of people laughing at her, how they said she has a low IQ. “I’m not stupid,” she says.
“You’re brilliant,” I say, without exaggeration. She’s survived the can and scrap metal collection business with a dignity few other women achieve, anywhere.
She rolls up her left trouser leg. “It hurts,” she says. Her snow white knee is swollen. Age related arthritis.
There is fear in her eyes then she reverts to her Street Fighting Woman persona where fast movements, and even faster fists, have served her well in the homeless scene.
13 March 2016
“She collected scraps of food for a family of possums that ate from her hand.”
Anonymous mourner in January 13 March 2016
COS We Care in Elizabeth
Laura and Anne arrived in carpark No 1 at Fremont Park in Elizabeth at 8:00am.
Laura got back to Adelaide from Western Australia last night. She’s a truck driver, but isn’t fat. She kissed the statue of Red Dog at Dampier. Her back was sore after her tires lost their roundness on the home stretch.
Anne’s husband was exhausted after helping load the transit van. He went back to bed.
Just ten people arrived during their hour in Fremont Park because very few know about the free food being offered.
There were boiled eggs, coffee, good tomatoes, good corn, good mushrooms, good egg plant, good lettuce and not good bread: it was too old. There was also a range of yeast buns with coloured icing. Amounts available were limited, but enough for the average meat eater to reduce their expenditure on vegetables to nearly zero.
Randall from Elizabeth Downs was there. He said that keeping the mind in good health was the key to keeping the body healthy. He gets humbugged by relatives.
A woman on an electric scooter said she’s not allowed on the train to Adelaide because her machine is 12cms too long. She has a type of multiple sclerosis that doesn’t kill her, but she can hardly move. Anne and Laura created a pleasant social scene as well as giving away free food. Like Randall said: the health of the mind is crucial to keeping the body healthy.
And Anne’s and Laura’s services don’t cost the government a cent. COS We Care, Saturdays 8:00 - 9:00am Carpark 1, Fremont Park, Yorktown Road, Elizabeth Also, on Sundays 7:30 - 9:00am South Terrace near Hutt Street, Adelaide 13 March 2016
Bureau of Statistics revenge
When I refused to complete previous Census forms, the Bureau of Statistics sent me a letter saying they were coming around, and that by law I must provide a table and chair and provide them with receipts for all my expenditures for the previous two weeks.
I moved out three days before their arrival. 13 March 2016
Timothy Knowles up to his old tricks?
“Bushy”, as Tim is known in the homeless scene, invited a certain woman to his house, but she’s wary. She says he’s trying to set her up.
She was charged with assaulting him last year. She clocked him with her gnarled fist. She said he was shadow boxing near her so she “gave him a good one” in the face.
The police were called. They charged her with assault. The case dragged on for months. She was distraught and feared going to jail. She spent over a thousand dollars on a lawyer. That’s 10,000 cans collected from rubbish bins.
Eventually, the police dropped charges.
This is the story she told me.
12 March 2016
Elizabeth East Salvo BBQ
The soup is gone, but the sausages, onions and bread have been supplemented with fried tomatoes and potatoes plus this week Eleanor supplied vegetable omelettes, tempting even to a vegetarian. There were also cans of Pepsi Max.
A man with a fat stomach said he needed a sausage to fill his stomach, which wobbled as he spoke.
The cook said she saved the lives of five people by smoking. She went outside for a smoke and saw the neighbours’ carport on fire. She roused the occupants and as they got out the whole place went “whoosh”.
The free food counter contained oranges, suspicious snow peas, little orange tomatoes and plenty of excellent potatoes both washed and with dirt.
A woman soldier said it takes eight weeks to become a soldier plus six-months attendance at the corps, and one must be a believer, in Jesus, I think. And one must want to dedicate a portion of one’s life to the welfare of others.
The Elizabeth East building was crawling with ants. They sneak in through the hallway leading from the back door. One diner stamped her foot to kill them. She looked like Sharka from City Salvos. I almost asked her if she was from Bohemia, but the ants had already annoyed her.
12 March 2016
Johnny Johnson falls into another hole
Johnny fell into another hole. This time at Woolworths in Glenelg. The previous occasion was on Hindley Street during road works.
He’s okay and laughing.
12 March 2016
The Bureau of Statistics has joined Big Data and will retain names and addresses of people completing the involuntary 2016 Census forms.
Previously, names and addresses have been destroyed once the data has been compiled into products for sale to government departments and private businesses.
With the Census 2016, names and addresses will be kept indefinitely. The Bureau of Statistics isn’t clear why they’re doing this, but say it will allow them to connect their data with data collected by government departments.
They say that names and addresses won’t be sold to private business, and will be separated from the actual data. But their actual reasons for making the Census no longer anonymous are somewhat murky.
I suppose this means another two months of peeking through the curtains then refusing to open my front door unless I recognise the visitor. 12 March 2016
Emma Hines at the Royal Adelaide Hospital
“...last good memory of Emma was in the hospital waiting room...we talked for 4 hours in a real intelligent conversation...I didn’t know she was 38, I thought she was younger. I was devastated.” A man in the homeless scene
posted late 11 March 2016
(above) One of multiple signs tacked up warning homeless people not to sleep in the St Luke’s church mission courtyard area. Yet sleep deprivation causes symptoms often mistaken for mental illness, and treated accordingly with savage drugs that create more disadvantage.
(above) It’s ironic that welfare joints like St Luke’s mission at Whitmore Square in Adelaide provide secondary services to the homeless during the day yet refuse them that basic right of safe sleep at night.
Magdalene Art Group
Walking through the front door was like entering an inner sanctum of peace in the midst of a hostile city. The 150-year-old bricks and the long since gassed-out paint, and lack of beeping sounds, blinking lights and electronic smog dissipated the excess adrenaline racing through my body.
The seven or eight people sitting around a central group of tables covered in an old tarp were smiling and relaxed. Simon was preparing lasagne in the kitchen. My left brain sharpness blurred into emotional warmth.
Entry was free and without submission to Big Data.
We spent an hour working on individual projects including stencil making, painting on board and T-shirts, water colours and knitting, then had lunch before resuming our art work.
And those I’d previously been nervous around, I realised were normally functioning people with the same challenges as myself.
Magdalene Art Group Mary Magdalene Church Hall Moore Street, Adelaide Tuesdays 1:00 - 4:00pm Free Posted 11 March 2016
Pressure in the homeless scene
“I’ve had it; I’ve just had it. My birthday is next month and I hope God lets me not wake up the next morning.”
A woman in the South Parklands connected with the Kingslea Apartments 11 March 2016
Rumours about Emma’s death
Undercover police are placing themselves in certain homeless joints to listen for stories about Emma Hines’s death. That’s the rumour. The other is that they’re “putting out stories that aren’t true” to see how they’re corrected, and who corrects them.
A usually astute observer in the criminal scene says that Emma was murdered, and that her body was found in a state of partial undress. 11 March 2016
Architecture and violence
I’ve often wondered if the old architecture and lack of electronic smog is responsible for the general lack of violence at the Magdalene Centre on Saturdays while the Salvation Army Congress Hall is full of anger. It’s as if the walls of Congress Hall amplify anger, and the Spy Cameras instil paranoia, and all those lights and technology in the church detract from the spiritual and moral teachings of the Army.
The Benson Room has better vibes.
We live in the dark ages of understanding how architecture affects human consciousness.
11 March 2016
Therapy Cat in more trouble
If you can believe the first witness, Piano Player Wayne’s troubles began when “Mr Gout” walked past a ticket gate at the V8 races last Saturday. A racing fan kicked out by guards was drinking a bottle of rum that he shared with Mr Gout.
After helping empty the bottle, Mr Gout proceeded along Pirie Street to Congress Hall. All was well until the Equity Queen greeted him, which made Mr Gout furious. He became wilder and his face turned red when he spotted Piano Player Wayne sitting at the Crony Gang table. In a flurry of invective over the next five minutes he jabbed at Wayne’s shoulder and chest. They were gestures of violence without being violent.
Wayne was incredulous when Army volunteers moved about as if nothing was happening. Mr Gout withdrew to the back porch where he knocked over the Walking Man’s coffee then smashed the mug on the bricks.
Joeline-Joeline yelled at the top of her voice at Mr Gout.
Meanwhile, the Equity Queen’s daughter, who manages the Saturday evening events, leaned over Wayne as if he was the culprit. Perhaps she hadn’t seen the altercation because she didn’t ask Wayne if he was alright. Instead, she wanted to know if the Therapy Cat was hidden inside his zip-up shopping bag.
Wayne pushed the bag flat with his hand. “Owe, you hurt it,” piped up The Cousin mischievously. Wayne opened the bag; it was empty.
Four minutes later, a police woman with a black eye and three men police officers, one with a bandaged arm, walked through Congress Hall and out the back door where Mr Gout sat.
Mr Gout yelled incomprehensively for ten or more minutes. He was clearly upset; something to do with thinking Wayne had the Therapy Cat locked inside his zipper bag, or Wayne’s treatment of the animal generally.
When the police left, Mr Gout went back inside Congress Hall and as he walked by the sitting Piano Player Wayne, his elbow hit the side of Wayne’s head.
Two different police women arrived a few minutes later and Mr Gout was gone, apparently taken away for his own safety. Mr Gout’s girlfriend arrived some time later on her electric scooter. She yelled in a voice more powerful than the strongest opera singer. A Salvation Army veteran pounced on her immediately: “Get out, get out,” he shouted, waving one arm toward the door.
She went outside and was surrounded by women sympathisers. They talked for an hour. Meanwhile, Piano Player Wayne had left. It appears that Mr Gout won’t be charged with assault as Wayne suffered no visible injuries. Despite being wildly upset, his punching of Wayne was more histrionic than an attempt to cause injury. Nevertheless, it is a small miracle that Mr Gout hasn’t been charged with assault.
As for Piano Player Wayne, despite having remained sitting during both attacks, and having not lifted a finger in resistance, he’ll be lucky if he and the absent Therapy Cat aren’t banned from the Salvation Army forever. That’s how it goes.
But who is this mysterious man with the cat: innocent victim or master manipulator?
10 March 2016
Dining with the homeless
One recent evening, a group of people living outside dug a trench in the CBD Parklands. They used a fallen tree branch as a shovel then placed stones in the trench and lit a fire. When the coals were glowing they added a leg of lamb, spuds and zucchini wrapped in aluminium foil.
A guest said the meat fell off the bone, it was so tender.
In the morning, they covered the trench with the displaced dirt and left for the day. 10 March 2016
Anglicare’s politically correct language
Through its various projects, Anglicare is promoting the use of non-offensive language.
Clients are no longer called clients: that is offensive. The new term is “community members”. And fat Anglicare employees are no longer fat: they’re “curvy”.
Thanks to the athletic man (formerly the skinny fellow). 10 March 2016
(above) The laneway back of the historic Mary Magdalene Church hall where the Saturday meal is served.
Emma Hines at Moore Street
“She was fulfilled at Moore Street when she helped in the dining room. She loved to help...When she opened up, it was a gift.” An unknown mourner 9 March 2016
Killer returns to the Hutt Street Centre
Les McKenzie has reportedly returned to the Hutt Street Centre after being released from the slammer. He killed Darren Garland in the South Parklands in December of 2012.
An uncorroborated rumour is that he’s telling people he has a score to settle with a certain homeless person.
This has created a certain unease amongst some people.
9 March 2016
Terry the Gambler
Terry has returned to the soup kitchen scene.
The Adelaide Sky City Casino is his life – and it’s taken his life savings – but recently his disputes with other people have turned his venue into his personal nightmare.
His health is in decline and he says his house has become a place for ghosts.
He remains angry, as always, as the humiliations of his childhood resurface in his declining years. Not being able to read or write has been the open wound of his life.
His driving career was regrettable; four cars and four major smashes. The first three were insured, but no insurance company would cover him for the fourth vehicle.
He’s angry, old, and alone and losing his sense of humour, but he’s one of the most noticeable characters on Adelaide streets: an individual amongst the brigades of bland conformists.
9 March 2016
(above) The Mark of the Beast. This recording device shifts power from WestCare’s underclass clients to that of management and outside authority. Are the benefits of such cameras worth the erosion of client privacy and the lingering understanding that unknown people are spying on them?
Realpolitiks in the homeless scene
Why did Ian Hitch-Cox’s allow Adelaide Lord Mayor Martin Haese into the Hutt Street Centre last Christmas?
The Adelaide City Council’s suppression of people giving free food to the homeless supported the Hutt Street Centre’s business model.
Was shaking hands with “Shifty Martin” in front of television cameras with clients as the backdrop payment for this policy? And didn’t the Adelaide City Council promise to give homeless campers one week notice before confiscating their sleeping gear?
Would the Hutt Street Centre’s silence while Council rangers and gardeners throw homeless camper’s blankets onto the back of trucks then into rubbish bins part of this symbiotic relationship?
Ian Hitch-Cox must have nerves of steel to walk this tightrope.
8 March 2016
Army free food day
There were initially fewer people queued around the Salvation Army building on Pirie Street before the front doors were opened. Guests for the free grocery morning were more relaxed than usual.
Even Mrs Judith Telstra walked along the queue and chatted to her admirers. She was personable and self-assured and had hardly a harsh word for anyone. Her toes were bent into her thongs, as if they were grasping something. She mentioned Judgement Day and said, “The sooner, the better.”
There was plenty of food on the tables with excellent potatoes still covered with dirt. A healthy young Chinese woman was next to me; she engaged in attentive conversation with anyone and everyone, without platitudes or defensiveness, and when an old Austrian man put his hand on her shoulder, she didn’t react at all.
People’s Choice credit union employees helped the usual Army people set up and distribute the food that included Card Player David’s favourite soft drink: Peach flavoured Ice Tea.
Perhaps it was bus congestion, but the more people arrived later than usual and so the morning stretched out a little longer than usual.
The two new Army Lieutenants brought their 3-year-old daughter and let her mix with the underclass crowd. It was another touching sign of respect. They sold their house to pay for officer training college.
The Arabs weren’t greedy or pushy; they’re assimilating into underclass etiquette. One white drama queen complained that an Arab woman was in her way, but then a brown skinned woman said to me: “You’re in my way, mate.”
Most of the Crony Gang weren’t there except for The Man from Peterborough and The Cousin.
When walking out the back door with Card Player David, The Leon and Heather, I noticed a man taking a plastic packet of tomatoes from the Salvation Army rubbish bin. It was amongst 10 kilograms of dirt-covered potatoes loosely layered on top of the rubbish.
As someone who lived for years outside, and on the proceeds of supermarket rubbish bins, the scene evoked memories of institutional waste. But these few spuds and tomatoes were insignificant considering the tonnes of groceries distributed that morning 8 March 2016
Police at Mary’s Kitchen
Amanda stood next to a smiling Constable Michael McMorrow across Jetty Road while she took video pictures of the guests entering the 19th century section of St Andrew’s-at-the-Sea Uniting Church.
A few minutes after we were seated, the two dressed-to-kill officers walked through the 19th century church dining room. Michael scanned the tables professionally, occasionally breaking his smile with an expression that said he’s not always all smiles. Amanda kept her eyes straight forward as they disappeared into the kitchen.
Were they looking for someone who made certain threats against a resident in the Kingslea Apartments where the bodies of Steve and Kylie were found six weeks previously? Or were they interesting in two new diners? Michael scanned the tables a second time as he left the church.
A staff member said it was a routine visit to see that everything was alright.
7 March 2016
Ruf Us has received two hot water urns from Majestic Hotels for use at their Saturday 9:00am food service on the footpath outside the Hutt Street Centre. This means there will be enough hot water for coffee for everyone.
The last one was accidently knocked over by “The Dreamer” and the one before that hadn’t worked properly for months and was retired.
7 March 2016
(above) After eight months, Anglicare finally installed this safety rail on a sloping ramp on one of their Elizabeth units. But they couldn’t have done it more cheaply. It’s not ergonomically designed for infirm old people with reduced gripping ability. It’s just cheap thick pipe and it doesn’t even reach to the end of the ramp. And what made them install it after eight months of prevarication, and after the tenant who desperately needed it moved into higher care? The new tenant told me. She said, “I asked them to put it in.”
Crony Gang leave Adelaide Casino
The last of the Crony Gang have left Adelaide Sky City Casino. It wasn’t from not being able to exploit some lucrative loopholes in the Casiono’s operation?
The last member left to escape the constant bickering and gossip of people who spend much of their lives in the Barossa Room cafe. The Centre of this is the now ostracised Terry the Gambler.
7 March 2016
Dave from Holden Hill
A man claiming to be homeless and living outside is said to be Dave who lives in a three bedroom house in Holden Hill.
Most Adelaide CBD beggars aren’t homeless. They’re professionals who detract from those genuinely walking the streets in silent desperation then sleeping under bushes in the parklands. They’re usually frightened, dehydrated and sleep deprived.
7 March 2016
From the Contact Page
From “No Drugs”
“Re: avoidance of problem druggers
“Rather than place full blame on property owners who don't want Druggers lounging about as venomous snakes on their doorsteps,
“how about placing some of the blame (ALL OF THE BLAME) on the Booze Rubes who are making and schilling out this Drug (*) to the stupid asses who are stupid enough to stomach that yuk stuff ?
“Example : Rubes Dan Murphy, Booze Brothers, EDGAR BRONFMANN WORLD DRUG EMPIRE, Peter Lehman... and of course,
“DIAGEO on Hutt Street (DIABLO on Hutt Street)
“The list goes on and on and on.”
7 March 2016
Cos We Care expands to Elizabeth
Cos We Care has begun giving away free food at Fremont Park in Elizabeth every Saturday from 8:00am to 9:00am. They supply quality fresh fruit and vegetables, bread, pies and pasties, some canned food, pasta, hot coffee and other items.
Everything is donated except some items paid for personally by Laura and Anne who collect and distribute the food.
Their preferred clients are isolated single people especially those living outside, but will give their produce also to others on low incomes.
They distribute from the carpark off Yorktown Road in Elizabeth.
6 March 2016
(above) Anglicare manadory reporters doing lifestyle and building inspections at Laura and Alfred West retirement units in Elizabeth.
It was difficult to fault the two Anglicare building and lifestyle inspectors last week at our retirement units. Lark and Diane were professionally polite.
But as with a police search, Diane tied up each tenant in conversation while Lark made her way through the other rooms, out of sight. They are mandatory reporters.
The inspections filled some tenants with acute anxiety. One tenant said the inspections “Make you feel dirty.”
Another tenant said he no longer exercises self-determination about when to clean his unit, instead scheduling his cleaning to the week before an inspection.
Another tenant, who respects authority, said we shouldn’t criticise Anglicare or we might get “asked to leave”, yet even she disagreed with Anglicare entering her unit if she wasn’t home for the inspection. And Anglicare won’t reschedule inspections days. Diane came prepared with a white pouch containing copies of keys to all 16 units.
But everyone was polite and thanked Diane and Lark as they left, happy that repairs may be in the pipeline, or happy because the predators were leaving.
Lark and Diane are both victims and perpetrators in an organisation where the reservoir of moral courage has been subsumed by government requirements in exchange for annuals grants, and where an intrinsic benevolence is being compromised with less noble imperatives. 6 March 2016
The Commercial Derelict
The Commercial Derelict moves quickly and not only because all eyes are on him for selling the stuff he obtains for free. He avoids Congress Hall in Pirie Street and has mounted a charm offensive at another soup kitchen.
Any observer would acknowledge that he’s good at what he does. His mind is honed like a gambling addict needing to measure the odds on the tables, and the odds on how far he can go manipulating each person he meets. And he does it with class.
One almost wishes him success. And some do: they say over the past two years he’s organised picnics for underclass people and is personally generous to individuals in the homeless scene, despite himself living outside and being personally exhausted and in ill health.
6 March 2016
(above) St Luke’s Church Mission Gang of Nine have re-installed their shoulder height gate, which is locked before sundown. This doesn’t stop younger desperados from jumping over and sleeping in the covered courtyard, but it does stop disabled homeless people like Demos Roussos.
(above) The least glamorous and least funded necessity of people living outside is quality sleep. Most outsiders are deprived of sleep. For Scott the Manager and the Gang of Nine to install this silly gate and nail up signs prohibiting people from sleeping in the courtyard seems a reversal of 150 years of St Luke’s Church Mission benevolence.
WestCare knife injury
The slim black-haired man of Afghani appearance poked his knife into the man known as “Card Player” three times at WestCare last month. A witness said the injuries were superficial though there was “blood spilling to the floor”. It appears the knife was twisted after one jab.
The man with the knife was described as the same person who begs on the street with his misspelt “Homeles” cardboard sign. He’s the same man who snarls at “Blithe Spirit” at various homeless joints, and on the street.
Yesterday, in the Salvation Army free grocery queue, Card Player looked around nervously for the presence of the knife man, and asked if anyone had spare band-aids to put on his exposed wounds in case he brushed against other shoppers.
Card Player is arguably the most inoffensive elderly man in the Adelaide CBD underclass culture. He was quite blasé about the incident at WestCare and didn’t go to the police. However, he did inform WestCare management who banned the knife wielder from the centre for 24 hours. He has since returned.
5 March 2016
COS We Can Free Food
Diminutive Terri dragged her overladen two-wheeled shopping trolley topped with two sleeping bags across the grass as if the two tables and rows of fruit and vegetables weren’t there. A heavy bag was slung over her shoulder.
She sat against a tree and lit a smoke. Her boyfriend drifted over a few minutes later, silently sitting close to her, their trolley close to their bodies. Not a word was spoken. None were needed.
Danny with his crying smile arrived on a child’s scooter. Linda-from-the-tent was sick; he got a small box of food to take back to her.
“My love,” Cecile shouted in her Lauren Bacall voice from One Tree to Joao de Sousa, nearly 80, and fit as a fiddle. He removed his girl’s hat topped with a plastic propeller, and gazed about confusedly while Anne and Laura served him as if he were royalty.
The thin white man with tattooed arms who lives outside wasn’t treated like royalty. An old man helping Anne and Laura challenged him about taking too many cans. “You people get it donated,” the thin white man replied, then added that he was collecting for ten people, some of them unable to get out of bed from medication, and stormed off.
An Aboriginal man bursting with anger shouted, “Pilferers,” to two old psychiatric patient men leaving with small amounts of food. “You live in units,” he added.
Cecile, Patricia and other tribal women moved from a bench under a tree across to the Cos We Care tables. They took little, mostly coffee and boiled eggs. They wanted meat, always meat. Patricia turned Joao de Sousa around and the women laughed. They know Joao likes them, but the inscrutable eccentric wouldn’t utter such intimacy.
Customer numbers appeared deceptively low as just twenty people moved about the tables at any one time, but these were replaced every ten or fifteen minutes as people moved across to the Hutt Street Centre, making the cumulative number surprisingly high.
Near the end, the ill 62-year-old New Zealand man who can’t collect the dole emerged from his stranded van parked on South Terrace. His right arm shook violently from Parkinson’s syndrome. He’s still awaiting the result of his appeal challenging Centrelink’s refusal to award him the disability pension.
Gary picked up food for a friend and her two kids. He was tired after working in a pizza shop the previous night. He spilt a cup of coffee, but his annoyance was pantomime. Gary is genuine street. Laura said she holds back cans of tuna for those most desperate, and who “need a hit of protein.” Protein is a crucial deficiency for some street people.
Despite being new at handing out free food, Anne and Laura have achieved excellent results at reaching the most vulnerable and desperate street people. They’re hoping to begin a similar distribution in Elizabeth aiming for people alone and isolated, and not for families arriving in cars because, as Anne says, there are already plenty of food services for them.
Terri with her fatalistic dignity thanked Anne and Laura as she dragged her trolley back across South Terrace.
Cos We Care 7:30am Sundays South Terrace near the intersection of Hutt Street 5 March 2016
Derelict chases journalist
A 47-year-old man chased a snooping journalist near Crazy Cottage at Hurtle Square. The hack called the police.
5 March 2016
Theresa on the road
Theresa’s planned journey from Port Lincoln around Australia has been tacitly approved by her doctor, Dr Kneebone. She needs only to obtain a caravan and a rig and all will be fine. And motivate her elderly white boyfriends to obtain these items. 5 March 2016
The night of the white women
Barefoot Rosemary couldn’t see. She’d gone partially blind. She recognised few people by sight. She shook my hand and asked for a cigarette.
She continued across the verandah on Pirie Street. “Don’t ask me for smokes,” Explosive Melissa told her. Rosemary did.
Melissa threw a mug of coffee over her shoulder, which hit the plate glass window. She threw a glass of water over the verandah that smashed on the footpath. For good measure, she poured another cup of coffee over Rosemary. “I told you not to ask me for smokes,” Melissa shouted. “I spent the morning collecting butts.”
Rosemary maintained the fixed smile on her battle scarred face. I’ve seen her knock down a heavy duty tribal Aboriginal woman, sit on her, and with the approval of the black fella men, smack her in the face thirty or forty times. She’s a confident street fighter and shows little fear of being injured.
Thin-armed Explosive Melissa isn’t a fighter. Her inner programming resembles that of a victim.
In what became a pantomime, a Salvation Army soldier ― it might have been Quiz Master Bob ― shouted, “Get that woman some new clothing,” as blind Rosemary, oblivious to the coffee on her clothing, was led off.
Meanwhile, Explosive Melissa held up her thin arms to show her muscles. “You’re not a fighter,” someone told her. She acknowledged that, but kept shouting.
Lorraine, never to be upstaged, walked up and down Pirie Street yelling that Melissa’s behaviour was “disrespectful to Emma”. Linda-from-the-tent softly shouted: “Lorraine, go home.” A woman with rainbow-coloured hair and who has lived on the streets pulled Melissa aside and they sat in front of the Emma R.I.P. corflute. People laugh at this rainbow woman for her brash personality, and mutter innuendo about her past, but she’s a kindly and streetwise human being.
Horse Trader Steve wiped the plate glass window with a serviette, noting that the mug and left a scratch. Two Army soldiers cleaned up the glass on the footpath.
There were few hard feelings, no injuries and everything went back to normal. The damage was one small window scratch and a busted one-dollar glass and no one physically hurt, thanks to the professionalism of the Army soldiers, and goodwill amongst the guests.
4 March 2016
A frail elderly woman throwing bits of bread onto the grass in front of the Magdalene building in Whitmore Square couldn’t turn on a tap to fill a bowl of water for the birds. After someone helped her, she responded with a gold teeth smile. 4 March 2016
Hutt Street Centre irony
I couldn’t have breakfast one morning last week at the Hutt Street Centre because I wouldn’t provide my name and date of birth. But the Hutt Street crystal meth dealer glided past me into the kitchen.
It’s all about government funding and paying the ransom to Big Data. 4 March 2016
A group of “young kids” last Tuesday occupied the empty flat above the floor where the bodies of Steve and Kylie were discovered in January.
Steve and Kylie’s decorative artworks are still displayed on the sill of their front window.
A person associated with a knife threat two weeks previously at the Kingslea Apartments in Glenelg North has disappeared. Late Thursday 3 March 2016
Theresa’s latest performance
50-year-old Afghan woman, Theresa, with her born-in-Australia accent, put on a show typical of what has cemented her infamy in the soup kitchen scene.
As usual, she began filling containers with food at a venue that provided dining table food only. This latest incident was last Sunday at Fred’s Van in the St Bede’s Church Hall at Semaphore. Staff stopped her from taking food from the building so she responded by collecting food from the plates of diners at the tables. Not that she was starving or is without money.
She responded by storming out of the building, jumping in her car, and driving off without wearing a seatbelt, and on the wrong side of the road. (There was more).
Some guests found her entertaining, and even respect her anger and determination, while others muttered they didn’t want “this sort of shit”.
But at least she didn’t knock off the volunteers’ car keys.
3 March 2016 Fred’s Van Semaphore 6:00pm Sundays, Free St Bede’s Church Hall, 200 Military Road, Semaphore
From the Contact Page
“Re: Salvation Army food complaint.
“I have checked and in order to put readers, and diners, mind’s at ease; City Salvos do not make deliveries of cooked food. The writer will need to direct the findings of the Environmental Health Officers from the Laboratory of the Adelaide City Council elsewhere.”
from Watch Dog 3 March 2016
Salvation Army food complaint
The person who complained about free Salvation Army food delivered to his house says he spent over an hour this morning with two health officers in the Adelaide City Council.
He claimed the kitchen at Congress Hall is dirty and gives people food poisoning. He also told them where to look for germs.
While the accountants and those with big egos will be in crisis, those with calmer personalities and deeper insights will sense the more profound events occurring below the surface. 2 March 2016
(above) Plymouth Brethren's Rapid Relief free food service at Uniting Care Wesley Port Adelaide.
(above) The Plymouth Brethren with their clear auras offered fresh food for Semaphore and Port Adelaide's poverty stricken disabled people whose money is taken away by the Public Trustee then given to Supported Residential Facilities.
Rapid Relief Team review
Not everyone was happy with the huge gazebo advertising the Rapid Relief Team free barbecue on Tuesday 23 February at Uniting Care Wesley in Port Adelaide.
The eight or nine Plymouth Brethren volunteers seemed equally in shock when guests sat together and muttered criticism of the ostentatious nature of the event.
It got worse when certain guests voiced loud perverted sexual references to the Plymouth Brethren volunteers who must have thought they’d landed amongst a den of sex degenerates.
While the food was being served, bellowing Uniting Care Wesley bureaucrats took over the dining room and delivered a “How to budget your money” seminar to four or five unenthusiastic diners. Twenty-five other guests who sat outside were from local Supported Residential Facilities, and had disposable budgets from $35 to $50 a week, which they spent on cigarettes, dog food and ice-cream so there was little room for them to “budget” their money.
But the Plymouth Brethren volunteers looked physically and mentally fresh with clear auras. Their meal consisted of healthy hamburgers with fresh ingredients and a wide range of sauces and cold drinks. Everything was clean.
Two Uniting Care executives from next door arrived like thugs intent on breaking up a party. One man was about 44 and wore clothing a little too tight for his body. He walked up to a Plymouth Brethren volunteer in such a manner that she covered the front of her body and gushed in submissiveness. The other man was old and appeared to have slept in his business shirt. They sat around for 15-minutes in a most hostile stance then thankfully pissed off.
It was the classic case of salaried welfare executives worried about non-paid volunteers doing a better job than them. In this case, the Rapid Relief Team was doing better than Uniting Care’s moribund Chat and Chew food service.
Other Uniting Care employees seemed confused that another group and entered their turf, but veterans like Michael Hocking, Phil Jones and other employees mixed relaxingly with the guests.
All in all, the Rapid Relief Team was a welcome addition to the Port Adelaide poverty scene, that is, from the point of view of people who utilise these free social and dining events.
They’ll return on Tuesday 29 March 2016 from 11:00am to 2:00pm at the back of Port Adelaide Wesley Uniting Care in Dale Street, Port Adelaide. The entrance is from the Kmart parking area next to the library.
Dates for the rest of 2016 are the last Tuesday of every month, which is 26 April, 31 May, 28 June, 26 July, 30 August, 27 September, 25 October, 29 November, then the second Tuesday on the 13th of December.
And, to be fair, Uniting Care Wesley Port Adelaide made a fine gesture in allowing the Rapid Relief Team to use its plastic grass area.
2 March 2016
(above) Most desperate people living outside don’t resort to begging. This is the realm of professional beggars with their pleas for food and money. It’s best to ignore them. It’s difficult to discover genuinely desperate people because they don’t advertise their desperation.
From the Contact Page
"Blithe Spirit" remembers an encounter with the camper
A passerby had an encounter with the camper at the abandoned camp depicted in the above photograph.
"You're a fuckin' pig, aren't you" The slim olive-skinned man with close-cropped black hair and brown mis-shapen teeth in front of his misspelt “HOMELES” sign told the passerby who saw him a week or so later He was in Grenfell Street with one of his mis-spelt "HOMELES" signs. He was slumped on the ground...There were no coins in the upturned cap before him. Thanks to Blythe Spirit
From the Editor: The man with the “Homeles” signs went out of his way on other occasions to threaten and insult the "passerby".
Second Note from the Editor: The former resident of the abandoned campsite depicted in the photograph might be the wild Iranian who goes to Fred’s Van in Gawler Place.
He appears dangerous though I haven’t seen or heard of him injuring anyone. His behaviour is erratic, and I think the Equity Queen at the Salvation Army kicked him out one evening. He appears to be affected by drugs, or at least mental confusion and despair. In his good moments he talks about “my country” and his torments with the police.
2 March 2016
Guests overjoyed with Magdalene error
The serving team reached full panic at 5:30pm. The parish rostered to provide the main course hadn’t arrived. They weren’t going to arrive, but some of the sixty or seventy guests already had. It was an emergency. The team leader called the experts.
The hungry guests were appeased with a variety of excellent soups until a sense of uneasiness arose with the realisation there didn’t appear to be a main course.
Then the junk food arrived: pizzas. Everyone was happy; they couldn’t get enough. There must be some chemical change made to junk food to make it resemble a drug. 2March 2016
“Would you like a coffee? I won’t spike it.” A friendly gentleman of the streets 2 March 2016
Morality in times of poverty
He doesn’t stand out as anyone exceptional, this 64-year-old living in his old car. He speaks little, dresses modestly, doesn’t appear to use drugs or drink alcohol.
Despite living in his car for so long, he hasn’t put his name on the dozen or so housing waiting lists. “Nah,” he says, to the question. He adds that he’s almost paid off his debts, then he’ll move into accommodation and pay rent.
I mention that others max out their credit cards, hide the money, then declare bankruptcy.
“No,” he says, to this. He’ll pay off his debts, then start from financial ground zero.
I’d wondered why this man was treated by others with quiet respect.
2 March 2016
A 45-year-old man who doesn’t touch drugs or alcohol disappointedly rummaged through the shrubbery back of the Pilgrim Church about midnight last Saturday, looking for his blankets. They were gone.
He retrieved some cardboard boxes from a rubbish bin and had laid them on the concrete at another location, and slept the night there without covering. He was very unhappy because it was already midnight and he’d have to be up and gone by 6:00am. 1 March 2016
Dropsy stabbed George
Dropsy from the Kingslea Apartments has finished his four month sentence in the slammer at Cadell. He got the sentence for stabbing George, another tenant in the Housing Trust apartments. 1 March 2016
St Bede’s Drop-in-Centre
Trish the free hairdresser from Murray Bridge was late last week at St Bede’s in Semaphore. She got stuck in traffic on the freeway. Half a dozen customers waited for her: she is very valuable. 1 March 2016
(above) The tormented Emma Kate Hines aged 19 in about 1996. The barely recognisable 38-year-old streetwise Emma we knew in 2015 was softer and frequently thanked people for insignificant kindnesses. The older Emma rarely smiled but when she did it was a gift, like an innocent child emerging from a tormented, damaged mature woman. But Emma’s laugh was muffled and ashamed, as if the Marianne within her was mocking that brief glimmer of happiness, and eagerly awaiting their final lethal encounter.