"We're going home in a back of a Divvy Van"
Me and a mate who lived in Carlton 20 years ago decided we should have our own tour of the Cemetery late one night. So we grabbed a six-pack each and jumped the fence. Read some gravestones, found a nice rotunda and sat down to finish our drinks and talk about Life, the Universe and Everything.
Then from all five road directions came headlights at speed - several private security dudes and two police cars. We explained ourselves as best we could, only to be shown the back of the Van and what we thought was going to be a hard time explaining to our girlfriends (who'd we'd left behind without explaining exactly where the "walk" we were taking was going to be). No fun those hard plastic benches you sit on - every bump - ouch!
You can't see out of these things, so when they stopped we expected to see the station and our accomodation for the night, but the dudes opened her up and told us "No more graveyard walks please guys" - and we saw we were outside his place.
Nothing like the Boys in Blue Taxi Service.. ..
