This story is from around about 1964 and concerns the Telephone kiosk outside the Newmarket Hotel.

One night after the usual few pints in the White Lion, the crowd of us split up at the bottom of Eastover as we all lived in different areas of town. I walked along St John Street with a couple of the lads because we lived at the back of the Pig & Whistle.

One of us, no names no pack drill walked along Monmouth Street because he lived near the top end of Parkway.
Anyway when he got to the Telephone Kiosk at Newmarket he must have been feeling boisterous because he kicked the bottom pane of glass and it shattered. Of he ran but !!!!!

Dont really know the correct line of events but he was interviewed by the Police and was going to be charged with criminal damage.

He said it couldnt have been me officer, because I walked home that night with the rest of the lads along St John Street and then cut up the alley at the side of Clarks Factory. Well it was obviouse to us that he needed us to swear to that fact, so like good mates do...... WE SWORE AT THE COPPER """"""

Well not like it says there but we covered for him. The Coppers final word was " thats funny how you just happened to have the same colour of paint on your shoe that is on the Telephone kiosks "