This story couldn't be more Australian if it was casually racist and a dingo had eaten its baby. When Brisbane native, Daniel was awoken at 2am by his wife he found that some gobshite had rammed his car in through the front of his neighbour's shop. When Daniel confronted the perpetrator of the corner shop carnage (clad only in his undies) he broke into hot pursuit.
"All I had was me jocks on and I was chasing him up the street and I'm just like, mate!"
Eventually the police intercepted the storefront stormer and Daniel, and his undies, had saved the day.
When asked if he felt like a hero after his escapades Daniel said "It's just something you've gotta do for the community you look after your mates and your mates will look after you", and that's when good neighbours, become good friends.
