I must begin with a few kind words today. Firstly, big-ups and much respect to Lory, Sarah, Annabelle and Morgan.

Sarah, well done and much respect for keeping a cool head and for taking the moment to write down the registration number of the car. Even when one of the "deadmen" was trying to cover it up.

Lory, same again for thinking quickly after being punched and kicked, in calling the police.You weren't to know it would be a waste of time. The woman at the house where the assualt took place also called them and they didn't respond to that call either.

Annabelle, what can I say? You know when you look into someones' eyes whether you respect them or not and the first time I met you I knew I could respect you. The events of last night proved me right, you not only didn't fall to bits, you actually threw a punch! Not very lady like but very respectable.

Morgan, what can I say? You're special huni, the streets need to be safer for you.

So last but never least, my boy Purgatory. Who, after being punched to the ground and kicked unconcious has only this to say :" yeh, it could so have been worse man." My son, it will be.. for them.

Those who know me as a friend will tell you I am a good natured guy. The guy who will give what he can to those in need and who will back you up in  bar fight. They will tell you I am kind to animals even though I am not an animal lover and that I have a gentle heart.

Those who have been my enemies will tell you a different story. They will tell you of the time I ran them over in my car or the time I broke a bottle into their face. They will tell you I am the Angel of Pain and that my vengeance is merciless. The man whose jaw I broke will mumble something about eating through a straw for six weeks, he still doesn't speak properly. The drug dealer, who held a gun at my head and then fell in pain as the spanner hit the back of his head, won't say much at all. 

I have seven new enemies now; the seven little creatures who attacked and assaulted my son and his friends last night. These little creatures punched two teenaged girls and kicked my 16yo son in the head while he was on the ground.

This city should be safe and friendly, it should be the garden the architect who designed it wanted it to be. It used to be safe to walk the streets in a suburb at any time of the night. There was a time when, if you called the police to an assault (especially if there were two different people calling) they turned up! Those days have gone now.

In those days I didn't have the friends I have now.

A final word: To those seven little creatures, I will find you.