I love a good story - how it influences you and helps you think can be quite powerful in quite unexpected ways.
I spent some time with my grandfather at the weekend. He asked me "have you been arrested?" and I replied "not recently", to which he agreed he had not been arrested recently. He had however been arrested when he first started up in business (which I think was just post WWII).
He started up in partnership with a colleague to mend watches in Barnet. At the end of one evening his partner had left early and it was his job to take the watches to somewhere safe. He put the watches into a suitcase and left for the tube station.
He was a little late and so he started running down the street.
He was stopped by a couple of plain clothes policemen who asked him to open his suitcase and he agreed to open it at the station.
Clearly this did not look good - opening a suitcase to find loads of gold watches.
It took him a few hours to get them to verify his details and let him go - with the suitcase.
A vibrant memory for him many years later. What saddened him is that the policeman who arrested him was killed in the line of duty the following week - by another person carrying a suitcase in Barnet.
