Dominic Regan yearns for some long-abandoned pastimes
I would not be best pleased if someone were to steal my penis. Sadly, both Napoleon and Tutankhamun have had their bits stolen, albeit post mortem. Worse still, another souvenir hunter swiped the head of Ned Kelly. Imagine the difficulties of going to the local police station to report the loss of one’s head. Strange but true.
Rogues gallery
These tales tell us that there are, and always will be, some disreputable types out there. The leading contract textbooks contain tales of a breed we no longer hear about, namely, the rogue. Where have they gone? Along would come a rogue flashing a cheque-book and perhaps impersonating a television star. They would smoothly separate the car owner from the vehicle and slide off leaving a stolen, worthless cheque with the hapless vendor.
When I was a child, one would regularly come across characters who took it upon themselves to stand in the road and direct traffic. Their invariable uniform was a pair of trousers too short in the leg. I haven’t seen one in years. Indeed,
