My Dad the axe murderer!
Back in the early 80s my family had a horendously coloured Austin Maxi [kind of a beige-like brown] and we lived in the wilds of Gloucestershire.

We had just moved there from the North West and so were pretty new to the locals.

One night at about 1am a bunch of coppers burst through our door, waking us all up, and took my Dad in for questioning.

It was quite scary to see your Dad taken away by the police to assist with their enquiries.
And seeing my Mum distressed for the first time was likewise scary.

He got released the next day and, as is the style in my family, nothing more was said about the incident.
Just as if it had never happened.

Many years later I found out what had happened that night.

A dismembered body had been found in the woods and a beige-brown Austin Maxi had been seen fleeing from the scene.

My Dad owned the only Austin Maxi of that colour locally and, of course, he was new in the neighbourhood. [Classic traits of a guilty man]

Of course my Dad could easily verify that he:
a) went straight home from work
b) was at home at the time of the murder
c) that his car was parked in our drive at the time of the murder
d) he didn't own an axe

But for one night the police had my Dad figured as an axe murderer.
( coder.keitaro I like pies!, Fri 23 Sep 2005, 14:07, Reply)