My brushes with the law (I did not do it officer)
In the 1960s to 1976 I worked as a window fixer travelling
around the country from site to site. One night in 1963 I
was working in Liverpool and told by the boss to go to
another site nearer London. Which there was a famous bridge
there. My friend and I (who is my work mate) set off with
our caravan to the new site. It was late at night when we
got to the town. The first thing we had to do is find a
place to park the caravan over night. We found a farmhouse
that still had their lights on, asking the farmer if we
could park our caravan in his field. This field was about a
100 yard from this famous bridge.
By the way my mate had his wife and baby girl with him plus
their little poodle. We got up had our breakfast and went
to work, leaving the caravan there.
Driving to work, we listen to the news on the radio,
talking about "The great train robbery" and how they were
looking for a caravan with a baby and a white poodle. My
mate said to me "what the hell has she been up to now".
As we worked through the day, the police were everywhere,
up and down the road at high speed. At the end of the day
we went back to the caravan. The farm gate was open and
there was loads of wheel track in the mud by the gate.
When we got to the caravan my mates wife had been crying,
she said "that morning the police came from everywhere
started pulling the caravan to bits". "What for?" we asked,
"They think we had something to do with the robbery" she
sobbed clutching the baby.
She then said, "They phoned your firm up, to see where we
were at the time of the robbery". They found out, at the
time of the robbery we were still travelling down from
Liverpool and could not passably have got there in time to
do the robbery.
If we had done it, would we have gone to work with
5million in our bags? Even footballers did not earn that
salt of money then!
Over the next few days we saw policemen looking everywhere.
There was a car breakers yard with cars piled high, that we
could see from our site. They moved the entire stock
looking for some clues as to where the money was put. At
least they left us alone!
Well a few weeks later my mate was sent to a different site
to me, I had to go back to Liverpool. I left home in London
about 8pm, at the approach to the M1 a man was thumbing a
lift. I stopped and let him in saying "Liverpool all right"
he did not say much.
About 12pm we got to a place I think was called Natwich or
Northwich and took a wrong turning. Backing out of this
turning a policeman stepped out. "Is this your motor" he
said "yes" I said "can you prove it" he said "not here, all
the docs are at home" I said.
The policeman got in my car and said "Take me to the police
station to find out if it had been stolen." When we got to
the station all three of us went in. as I sat down my
passenger said, "I'll get the map" and went out the door.
About two minuets later the policeman came out holding a
wanted poster with my passenger face on it, he had just
escaped from jail.
The policeman asks me to drive him around looking for my
passenger, as the police cars are all at another attempted
mail train robbery at York and the trains on fire. We drove
around for about 2 hours we kept seeing him bobbing about
in the dark, but he just disappeared in the night.
As the policeman got out of my car he said he would pay for
the petrol used. I thought to myself the cars got no road
tax, so I said, "no that would be alright, it's on me" and
drove off.
The thing is, thing happen in three's and I'm still waiting
for the third. But wait a minuet there was the time on
holiday in Africa, I had hired car mini. There are not many
roads where we were, so I just followed the coastal road
and came to a tee junction. There were two policemen
slowing me down. They did not speak English but pointed a
gun at my head and made gestures for me to go that way.
After about 4 or 5 miles they pointed for me to turn left.
On looking I saw a big ion gate with "JAIL" written on top.
The gates opened we drove in the gate shut. The two
policemen run off.
Waiting about half an hour another policeman came over put
his head in the window and said "Thank you for brining my
mates home" and opened the gates, we shot out waving our
hands.
Do you think that make the three?
around the country from site to site. One night in 1963 I
was working in Liverpool and told by the boss to go to
another site nearer London. Which there was a famous bridge
there. My friend and I (who is my work mate) set off with
our caravan to the new site. It was late at night when we
got to the town. The first thing we had to do is find a
place to park the caravan over night. We found a farmhouse
that still had their lights on, asking the farmer if we
could park our caravan in his field. This field was about a
100 yard from this famous bridge.
By the way my mate had his wife and baby girl with him plus
their little poodle. We got up had our breakfast and went
to work, leaving the caravan there.
Driving to work, we listen to the news on the radio,
talking about "The great train robbery" and how they were
looking for a caravan with a baby and a white poodle. My
mate said to me "what the hell has she been up to now".
As we worked through the day, the police were everywhere,
up and down the road at high speed. At the end of the day
we went back to the caravan. The farm gate was open and
there was loads of wheel track in the mud by the gate.
When we got to the caravan my mates wife had been crying,
she said "that morning the police came from everywhere
started pulling the caravan to bits". "What for?" we asked,
"They think we had something to do with the robbery" she
sobbed clutching the baby.
She then said, "They phoned your firm up, to see where we
were at the time of the robbery". They found out, at the
time of the robbery we were still travelling down from
Liverpool and could not passably have got there in time to
do the robbery.
If we had done it, would we have gone to work with
5million in our bags? Even footballers did not earn that
salt of money then!
Over the next few days we saw policemen looking everywhere.
There was a car breakers yard with cars piled high, that we
could see from our site. They moved the entire stock
looking for some clues as to where the money was put. At
least they left us alone!
Well a few weeks later my mate was sent to a different site
to me, I had to go back to Liverpool. I left home in London
about 8pm, at the approach to the M1 a man was thumbing a
lift. I stopped and let him in saying "Liverpool all right"
he did not say much.
About 12pm we got to a place I think was called Natwich or
Northwich and took a wrong turning. Backing out of this
turning a policeman stepped out. "Is this your motor" he
said "yes" I said "can you prove it" he said "not here, all
the docs are at home" I said.
The policeman got in my car and said "Take me to the police
station to find out if it had been stolen." When we got to
the station all three of us went in. as I sat down my
passenger said, "I'll get the map" and went out the door.
About two minuets later the policeman came out holding a
wanted poster with my passenger face on it, he had just
escaped from jail.
The policeman asks me to drive him around looking for my
passenger, as the police cars are all at another attempted
mail train robbery at York and the trains on fire. We drove
around for about 2 hours we kept seeing him bobbing about
in the dark, but he just disappeared in the night.
As the policeman got out of my car he said he would pay for
the petrol used. I thought to myself the cars got no road
tax, so I said, "no that would be alright, it's on me" and
drove off.
The thing is, thing happen in three's and I'm still waiting
for the third. But wait a minuet there was the time on
holiday in Africa, I had hired car mini. There are not many
roads where we were, so I just followed the coastal road
and came to a tee junction. There were two policemen
slowing me down. They did not speak English but pointed a
gun at my head and made gestures for me to go that way.
After about 4 or 5 miles they pointed for me to turn left.
On looking I saw a big ion gate with "JAIL" written on top.
The gates opened we drove in the gate shut. The two
policemen run off.
Waiting about half an hour another policeman came over put
his head in the window and said "Thank you for brining my
mates home" and opened the gates, we shot out waving our
hands.
Do you think that make the three?
