Gut 70's. Heard a tale that some army guys were having a battle in the Naafi so plod take the dogs along and let them loose. Exit dead dogs thrown from Naafi windows.
True one and rather odd. I was at Crewe station waiting for a train one day in the dim and distant past when a young lady on the platform was being accosted by a drunken serviceman. He was in civvies but you just know when it's a serviceman. I went to her assistance and convinced drunken man that his future lay on the tracks as a train buffer unless he backed off. (Turned out he was a sailor).
I chatted to young and attractive lady, can't remember saying much other than my first name and I was off back to such and such a place, usual small talk. When I arrived back at my unit later that night I entered my locked room and found a bottle of Moet on my pillow with a note saying ''from the lady at Crewe'.
I've often wondered about that one.