I remember one time we all got settled on the coach and the police surrounded us got on board and told the driver to take us to the police station - there we were strip searched and I mean strip searched - being only 15 (nearly 16) both myself and my best mate were called into separate rooms next to each other - I recall we had long skirts on with the pettycoat showing, blouse, ankle socks, cornish pastie shoes and long leather coats - they made my friend take all her clothes off spread her legs and bend over - well I must have had somebody who was nice because they allowed me to keep the pettycoat on - we watched them feel there way through all the hems on each atricle of clothing (we had been going to Wigan for about 3 months when this happened). We eventually got to Wigan about 04:30am still in shock
About a year and a half later we used to run buses and we would have 22 people on a 12 seater mini bus - we'd be laying down in the isles and practically under the drivers feet - how dangerous it all seems now
On one journey back the mini bus was making a rather strange squeaking sound - we all woke up and eveyone was trying to trace where the sound was coming from - someone shouted the back axle is working its way from underneath the bus - I dread to think what could have happened had that person not shouted as I think the driver was half asleep driving it - another 1/2 mile there would have been a serious accident
Oh the good old days - such fun we had - but realising now danger was never far behind.....