Yep, was sat in the Grey Horse with a few others aged 17 in 1968 when an Inspector and a couple of bobbies walked in. We were ordered outside, ages established and then given a dressing down with the advice: "If you want to have a drink at night, there's plenty of coffee bars in town" (them were t'days!). Anyway, after promising never to do it again, we were dismissed with the warning: "If I see you in a pub again, you'll be charged with under-age drinking."
We drank a toast to our close shave in the Globe the following evening.
