I had been seeing a young lady who I will call Miss A. One wet Friday evening I collected her from her home and we rode down to the Busy Bee on my Goldstar. Miss A’s father was in the local Police and when I first called for her he read me the “Riot Act”, home by 10.30 PM and no buts or else!

Sitting in the Bee with our friends and the rain pounding against the windows it was suggested that we leave our Bike and share a ride in a car down to a pub in Park Street where they had a Disco on Fridays.

Soon we were sitting in a warm and dry pub with a drink each. Then a drinking competition started between Miss A and a few of the lads. It seems Miss A’s party piece was to down a pint of Red Barrel quicker than anybody else, after seven or eight pints we decided to go back to the Bee. As soon as we got out into the fresh air Miss A passed out and had to be carried to the car. The other lads then told me that the last pint had been spiked with a double Vodka.

Back in the Busy Bee car park Miss A was still out cold and could not be taken home in that state on a bike. We tried black coffee, salt water, to sober her up but no use, somebody said try putting your fingers down her throat to make her sick, but nothing worked. Somebody else suggested putting keys down the back of her jumper but we all needed our keys. So we tried using cold wet pennies dipped in a puddle first then slipping them down her back where they were lost. It was no use she was still out cold, time was slipping away, so at 11.15 PM we put her in the car and took her home.

It was decided that I would explain to her father that her drinks had got mixed up. We stopped at her house and there were a lot of lights on, I knocked on the door and got no answer, I knocked a second time and a bedroom window opened.
It was her younger brother and he said, “Mum and Dad are out” I said “Quick open the front door, Miss A is not well”. Myself and four lads carried her upstairs to her bedroom and laid her on the bed. We removed her leather jacket and boots but she still had three jumpers and two pairs of trousers on. So that her parents would not guess what had happened we started to remove one layer at a time, somebody said what would her father think if he came home now, Five lads in her bedroom undressing his daughter. I put her nightdress around her neck to hide her last jumper and pulled the bedclothes up, we left very quick.

Next evening I called for her at the usual time not knowing what to expect. She rushed out and we went to the Bee, when we got there she asked, did anybody touch me last night, I said no, I was there all the time. Again she asked if something had happened. I asked why she was so worried, she said that when she woke up this morning there were Five Pennies in her knickers and how did they get there!