I assume that you're talking about Liverpool Ian, rather than my old man given that he would never fit into your t-shirt? It does remind me of one of the best Le-Mans moments we ever had though...it's made me want to tell the story
Myself and Jimma, sat in our camp at 5am, having drunk a skinful with the dutch guys, and during a particuarly competitive game of poker in the sun, spot a bloke walking through our campsite. He had 3 rucksacks on, all slightly opened and ruffled.
In a moment of lucid thought despite the alcohol consumed, Jimma and I looked at each other, and both set off after him. My father was just behind, also suitably inebriated. Having called after the suspect, he bolted, and we both knew the score from that moment.....
Having managed to catch him using our superior camp site skills (avoiding guy ropes is an art at 5am when things look hazy!) we questioned him about the bags.
Having established where he had come from, and having checked wallets in the bags, we were able to wake up everyone who had been robbed (I fear it may have been coincidence that we'd managed to find the right people) and handed over the robber to the security staff - obviously not without branding our own special style of retribution on him, by screaming "thief" in his ears very loud, and holding on tight to him when he tried to struggle away and run off......
And our greatest achievement? The removal of the item below (which it later transpired had also been stolen from someone) and with Paul Zarse in tow for some reason, photographing it as a trophy. Shortly afterwards the security guard came and rescued the shoe.... The memory of that night is hazy, and all I really remember is waking up 5 hours later and discovering the photo below on my camera....I even managed to get it in focus....
