Jogging memories here.
Cheese wire murder.
I got a phone call at home from plod.
I was a barman at the time in Tatlers / Villas
They were interviewing someone and he claimed to have been there that evening.
Did I remember anyone with a Northern Irish accent ordering drink at the bar.
Christ, you had to lipread in there , you'd have had to have been a real a'rsehole to be remembered just for your accent.
On another note, Skol lager, gads.
Yip, p'ish in a can.
This was at a time remember when we all thought that Tennents was as good as it gets.
So, how bad was this stuff?
My Dad, who died 48 years ago last weekend once had his collar felt by Plod after one of the drunken neighbours broke a windie to get into his hoose, bleezin at New Year, and punctured an artery in his wrist.
The aul man went to help, and got a fair bit of blood on his best suit. Proper Mannies wore Proper Mannies’ best apparel at Hogmanay back then.
He put it into the dry cleaner’s and Dibble paid him a visit, since the dry cleaner had reported the sotter of his jacket, they put two and two together, and asked him, as a long distance lorry driver, aboot a murder in Preston.
He’d given up long distance work about three years previously like, but Banffshire tarryhats were never as perceptive as the boys in Z Cars.
The current Mrs V, a university staffer then and now, says that the feds know exactly who did it, the individual in the frame being a right bastaard who fell out with everybody, and who scared a lot of people. Nae enough evidence though.