In the days when I used to partake of the odd spliff or two, I was wearing one of those MA-1 flight jacket things with a zipped pocket in the left arm. I went for a wee on some derelict ground near the old St Mary's hospital on the Harrow Road, Londinium. Two police officers happened to see me. They stopped and searched me. They didn't search the zipped pocket... if they had, well, I might have a crim record by now