In some places a thirty year graffiti career is marked by some kind of respect for going from mindless vandal to artistic producer. It seems in Sydney though the only prize you may receive is for being particularly persistent and highly annoying for thirty years. A prize for hanging in there in a burgeoning gentrified property developers playground. The prize consists mainly of a back hand with a permanent blacklist from any high profile functions. A kind of AVO from the lifeblood of Sydney and its brave new world of boring high rises and plastic realtors wives. Once graffiti is eradicated there can be one huge cocaine fuelled party to end them all hopefully located close to the beach and amenities.