Good find BOnes. I only suggested those occupations because when I worked behind the bar at the Olympic hotel as a young bloke, a rough old blood house in Preston, all three of them them were working out of some cellars that were set up under the pub.

The Olympic was a rough house alright. Now a staid pokie emporium.

Oh yeah, must have been 1973? Got a phone call from one of the regulars wife late one night asking if anyone had found his false teeth, the boss sent me outside to look, and there in a pile of spew in gutter they were.