Driving under the influence
The female population of Blackwater in the early 1970s was either married or under 16. Gordon and I came in from the mining camp for a few beers one Saturday night and we met up with Devlin P. At the pub Devlin hooked up with a woman who was travelling through and was just about the only single female there. Somebody told us there was a party on after pub time so we loaded into my car, think Vauxhall Viva with Gordon in the front and Devlin and the woman in the back.

So we drove around looking for the party and could not find it. After a while I noticed that we were being followed by Johnny McM in his Ford. He had a passenger.

I pulled up on the main street near the railway station, to ask why. Gordon hopped out as well to interview the passenger, who started claiming he had some right to the woman. Gordon disagreed, he was a ginger with a fairly short fuse. Johnny's passenger opened the glove box of the Ford to show he had a pistol there.

Gordon said later "Better a live coward than a dead hero."

Just then the police arrived. They went straight for Johnny's passenger. I was expecting to get breathalysed but they told us to piss off.

Which we did.

The following Monday Johnny McM was back at work, but we never saw the passenger again.
(Redemption blamed it on the Bossa Nova since, Sat 28 Jan 2012, 6:32, 1 reply)

I haven't got a
clue what any of that was about.
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