tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445569787371915337.post845233214981359489..comments2024-03-28T13:20:29.156-07:00Comments on Shut up about Barclay Perkins: A landlord’s week in the 1950’s (part two)Ron Pattinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03095189986589865751noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445569787371915337.post-44751879209644120542016-12-31T04:42:32.789-08:002016-12-31T04:42:32.789-08:00Betting slips would be filled in under a pseudonym...Betting slips would be filled in under a pseudonym, in case the police nabbed the runner: my grandfather once had to flush a load of betting slips down the pub loo when he spotted a couple of plain-clothes policemen eyeing him up in the bar of a pub in Willesden pre-Second World War. They arrested him outside the pub as he left and took him down the nick, but of course he was clean, and he insisted they provide a squad car to drive him home for his Sunday lunch ...Martyn Cornellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16843357962176591317noreply@blogger.com