I’ve recounted this story on here before, but I think it’s appropriate to retell it here.
I spent a year in Finland from September 1981 to August 1982, but before travelling there, I had to visit the Finnish embassy to acquire my residence visa and work permit.
I went up to stay with my aunt and her family in Northamptonshire for a week in early July. On the Tuesday, I went to the Royal Show at Stoneleigh with my cousin and his then-girlfriend, and on the way back to his parents house, we listened to the repeat of the new chart, that had first been announced around midday, and I was delighted that Ghost Town was the new No. 1.
I travelled back to Cornwall on the following Sunday. I think I left around 6:00, and as I was driving down the A45 towards the M4, I saw a police car across the road and as I approached the vehicle, a policeman waved me down. He asked me where I’d come from and where I was heading.
After I’d explained, he told me that he and his colleagues were looking for the ringleaders of the riots, but I didn’t look the type and he allowed me to go on my way.
When I rang my auntie to let her know that I’d arrived home, she was intrigued to hear about my encounter with the law.