‘One of ’em pushed me once,’ said the old man. ‘I recollect it as if it was yesterday. It was Boat Race night – terrible rowdy they used to get on Boat Race night – and I bumps into a young bloke on Shaftesbury Avenue. Quite the gent, ’e was – dress shirt, top ’at, black overcoat. ’E was kind of zig-zagging across the pavement, and I bumps into ’im accidental-like. ’E says, "Why can’t you look where you’re going?" ’e says. I says, "Ju think you’ve bought the bleeding pavement?" ’E says, "I’ll twist your bloody ’ead off if you get fresh with me." I says, "You’re drunk. I’ll give you in charge in ’alf a minute," I says. An’ if you’ll believe me, ’e puts ’is ’and on my chest and gives me a shove as pretty near sent me under the wheels of a bus. Well, I was young in them days, and I was going to ’ave fetched ’im one, only –’