Mark (Scruffy) Finlayson, late as usual on his way to Table Tennis via a lift with Chadders. So Mark was running to Alan’s house, bag in his hands and coat flapping in the breeze, making him look like Harry Potter.
10 am Anzac day, and a robbery had taken place in the area, so when two police officers saw our man running, it was time to nab him & interrogate. No ID, well he does not own a car, and a interesting excuse ‘Why are you running son? ‘ they ask “I‘m going to Table Tennis ” was his reply!
Guess he was lucky they did not lock him up as it does sound a feeble excuse.