When arrested the accused said"how did yez know it wiz me?"Bloody Spy Cameras!
Have you any idea how many laws and regulations have been breached by this act?!!Firstly, his privacy has been trammeled by a photograph taken without his consent. Possibly a breach of copyright. Then he has been vilified by publication of the photo, thus discriminating against his cultural mores as a laundry fetishist. His character has been traduced, thus causing him offense and hurt. All because his washing machine is on the blink - grossly unfair.If this were England, the police would arrest the camera owner, and release the trespasser.
AND pay the "poor man' hundreds of thousands of dollars in compensation... sorry, compensayshun.
Constable Dwyer said the man generally hit the clotheslines on Friday or Saturday nights.hehehe
"We told her it would help if she came back with some footage,'' Constable Dwyer said, giggling, as he opened a large can of worms.
Isn't that Wayne Carey?
Them what does this; i.e. pinching ladies under garments from clothes lines, used to be called "Snow Droppers".
My secret is out.
LOL. When I first moved out of home back in the late 80s I lived in Thornbury - a couple of tram stops up from Northcote. I got snowdropped while living there.Needless to say, from then on I never put my good knickers on the line.
And when interviewed, the spokespossum for the Northcote Possum Collective said "See, wot did I tells ya, it wosn't us wot dun it"
David,Id never heard that term till my missus used it, great little name though.Ive worked in places where female staff guarded the clothes drier as it dried all their knickers at once. So there must be a few snowdroppers around.
Greetings TFM. Snowdropping was a commonly reported "naughtiness" when I was but a young copper in a relatively affluent suburb of Melbourne. A not so common derivative was for Snowy to cut the diamonds out of the knickers. One bloke - known to us as "the Phantom Jeweller" - we eventually caught and found he had a couple of hundred pieces of cloth secreted away in his shed - and his name was not Tim.
It's easy for you lot to criticise but; everyone should have a hobby.
This good woman needs a good dog in said yard, Spot are you available?RussR
That sounds more like a job for our friend Stanley the honeybadger, don't you think, Nilk? ;)
I think this all could be traced back to advertising. ATM on Milton road in Brisbane there is a beer ad with 2 young men wearing clothes pegs all over their faces. I asked my husband what he thought the advertisers were trying to say but he was clueless. Having read this post I suddenly see a link! And it was Friday and Saturday night!
The correct term to use is "snowdropping"...
This can be a caption contest.Thinks - "Where is one that is dainty and pink."
Why "snowdropping"? Try as I may, I cannot find a logical connection between "hitting the clotheslines" and "snow dropping" ...
Can't wait to see the headlines when the cops catch him. Knicker nicker nicked.I always liked the euphemism 'snowdropping' though of course the activity associated with it is not recommended.
When I first heard this report on radio, I thought ``bloody hell, the nongs think a snowdropper's a big yarn.'' Reckon every community in Australia has a resident pantaloon purloiner. Must admit the picture makes a big difference.
Oh Bugger! Until I saw his photo I was sure it was some poor frightened asylum seeker released into the community with nary enough for food let alone buying his women their undergarments!Back to the drawing board,as I dinna think that wee lad is one !!
There is an easy solution to the problem, don't leave your washing on the line on Friday and Saturday nights. Have the ladies of Northcote not thought of this?