Back when I was young and foolish (as opposed to now when I'm old and foolish) I was flagged down by a copper on foot one night after I'd had enough to put me easily over the limit. He was carrying out a check for witnesses to an incident that had happened at the same time on a previous night, and though nhe must have smelt the beer on my breath he didn't bother and just waved me on my way after I couldn't help him.
My cousin was stopped when he was close to legless around the same era (mid seventies), and the copper just made him leave his car by the roadside and walk home with a warning they would be watching it. Back then D&D was regarded in the same light as a minor speeding offence is now, traffic police would do you but many of the others just didn't take it seriously.
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mouth to mouth with the law new
mouth to mouth with the law new