Rush said:
Woolworths for me was a meeting place..damm if i could afford anything...and i never pinched anything in my life
Therein lies a tale
I got nicked for shoplifting from Woolworths at Victoria in 1965.
Dragged down the nick, locked in a cell, my old man had to collect me - bummer
What nobody knew at the time is that I was playing truant with the school bully and he threatened me in no uncertain manner that when he was nicked I better own up to it too and he laid some of the goods on me. I han't nicked a damn thing.
He told me that as he had three prior convictions he'd go down if he took the rap all by himself.
So I was charged and duly appeared at Sloane Street Juvenile Court where I received a stern ticking off, a ten shilling fine and a conditional discharge.
That was a whole week's paper round money
And what happened to the other fella?
His ruse didn't work, he served three months in Borstal near Ashford in Kent, the wazzock. He ended up in the army, hopefully he was shot somewhere
Many years later, I told me Dad the truth. He replied 'I had a feeling that was the case'. Hmm.
And where was I working today? Why, just near Sloane Street juvenile Court, lol, Cadogan Street.
What goes around comes around
