Andy, coincidentally, had also had an eventful weekend at the Whitby folk festival. Swaying back from the final night escorted by Jimmy the Axe they stumbled across the local plod harassing a drunken, puny seventeen year old folky slumped awkwardly in a deck chair inside a shop doorway. One of the pernickety PC’s unnecessarily demanded that the young innocent preceded any slurred response by referring to him as ‘Sir’. Passing by, Andy suggested a possible reason for the young mans demeanour was that he had obviously been ‘oversevered’ with strong ale at the ‘gig’ but he was by no means difficult, aggressive, a serious danger to the town, stating also that he in fact was conspicuously quite harmless, clearly and obviously disturbing no one’s peace. In fact, if he himself was in the young man’s position, being requested to refer to the Pc as ‘Sir’, he would probably react by informing him to ‘fuck off’ or worse, stick the nut on.
Jimmy waved goodbye as Andy was arrested for threatening behaviour to find himself spending the rest of the night in gaol; the morning after regretting his involvement vowing that his days of being on the wrong side of the law were over. The desk Sergeant agreed that he should probably ‘mend his ways’ but felt that his younger colleague had been over zealous, sympathetically confessing that he really should not have been banged up.
He did, however, question Andy’s occupation as a Solicitor, especially after pulling his lengthy crime sheet, asking how such a perpetual law breaker could have possibly qualified as a lawyer. Andy explained that he was in fact a ‘building solicitor’. He was released without a charge, fined £80.00, but still had to pay £25.00 for taxi back to Whitby.
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