Friday, March 25, 2011


* a collection of stories and memories, in no particular order, from the life and times of John Clarke, who served as a policeman in the Australian Police Force, a great practical joker, he also had a great affinity with people and wildlife, was a champion swimmer, snooker player, loved golf, still loves fishing and is also an artist. I hope you enjoy his recollections - cheers, karin (his daughter)

In the early 80's, my mate Frank at the local caravan park got onto a pig farmer who was prepared to sell him dressed pigs (for eating) if he could purchase a few.

He contacted me and I checked out the guys at Tweed Heads Police Sation. Eight of us wanted pigs and Frank was duly informed.

The pigs arrived and Frank rang me. We got the Police Truck and went down to the caravan park and loaded the eight pigs into the truck and returned to the Twee Heads Police Station only to find the Superintendent was there doing an inspection.

We had to put an "accident" on the telephone pad and were 'tied up' the rest of the afternoon with our load of pigs until we got a coded radio call when the Super left, then we returned and duly unloaded our cargo.

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