[Tealeaf]

If I recall correctly, visits by Lancashire Constabulary to Accy's various licensed premises occured roughly every two weeks, usually by an Inspector and a Sergeant. I remember - aged 14 in 1970 - ordering a couple of pints from the bar in the Black Bull, turning round to take them into the little room (the one with the table football machine), and coming eye to eye with with a man with a flat cap, a stick and three pips on his shoulder.

"Good Evening", I said and walked past him to the said room to deliver life's elixir.

Nowt happened, but several months later the story was somewhat different when a constable who knew me entered the same pub. But that's another story.