sounds like Plank alright.....
Actually years ago I used to work in the finance business and was swooping up the Cowley Road in Oxford one day when I passed a known debtor who was 'on the run'. So I stopped and had a word with him, got a bit of money and went on my merry way. Yer man was on crutches and in bad shape and I thought he'd just hurt his leg.
Next day our local collections manager, who was a retired Chief Inspector and freemason (so in those days not only immune from everything but still operating almost like he was still in uniform LOL) pulls me aside to tell me the local scuffers had been on the phone to him after tracing my company car registration to ask WTF was I up to....turns out yer man was a long-retired but once famous West Indian boxer who ran a knocking shop up the Cowley Road and was involved in a few other dodgy deals to boot....the crutches were because he was in the acute stages of syphilis.
That same retired CI also told me a story about a bloke they'd found dead in a pigpen with his trousers round his ankles, but thats for another day...
Anyway, I digress.....:lol:lol:lol