|Issue 8 - November 1972|
|Have You Got A Licence For That Thing?|
home in an orderly manner one night just recently a Muther Grumble worker
was accosted by a policeman. "Excuse me, squire," said the officer;
"I have reason to believe that you urinated in a public place only
a stone's throw from where we stand now. Could you accompany me whilst
together we retrace your movements during the last 2 minutes, perchance
we'll find a urine stain on yon workmen's hut."
The youth declined the offer but two of his friends did accompany the officer. What each one of them saw no doubt they will reveal in court, meanwhile our young sailor awaits a summons for the aforesaid offence. The constable's name was Armstrong and his number was 2438.