18th June 2005, 11:13 AM
Working for the Cumbria and Lancashire Unit in the early 1980's on the outskirts of Carnforth, we were housed in the pig sties behind the farm. I can't remember if there was running water or not, but do remember we brewed our own beer! (Whose idea was that?) and that the site director banned us from wearing Adam Ant facepaint on site (although we could indulge whilst 'at home' so to speak). The same director refused to bring his copy of the 'Grauniad' into work on Wednesdays, in case there were any jobs advertised that we might all do a bunk to.
I also remember the evening we were stopped by the police outside the farm as we were on our way home from the pub and given the early 80's 'shakedown'.
Although we assured the coppers we were staying at the farm, one kept asking D----- for his address. Finally he replied, 'I don't really have an address. I'm peripatetic', to which the copper replied, 'Oh yeah. In that case where's yer wheelchair?'
I also remember the evening we were stopped by the police outside the farm as we were on our way home from the pub and given the early 80's 'shakedown'.
Although we assured the coppers we were staying at the farm, one kept asking D----- for his address. Finally he replied, 'I don't really have an address. I'm peripatetic', to which the copper replied, 'Oh yeah. In that case where's yer wheelchair?'