How many out there have stories of past experiences of crushers. January 63 was on draft from Lochinvar (South Queensferry) to Guz. Caught the overnighter from Edinburgh to Plymouth. At Plymouth, struggled up to the ticket barrier lugging my kitbag and pusser's suitcase. Handed in my ticket and saw two crushers at the other side of the barrier. They stopped me and asked for my draft chit. On seeing that I wasn't wearing a lanyard with my no.2's, made me delve into my kitbag to get one. Because they were near the bottom of the kitbag I had to empty it to find a lanyard, and all in front of civvy passengers passing through the barrier. What a pair of shithouses. Bad enough getting a pier head jump down to Guz from god's country and being tired, dirty and miserable after a nightmare train journey, those bastards had to cap it all by showing off to civvies at my expense.