Pre-internet, I used to go drinking with a chap called John, one of the pubs we went to was next to the main police station, so unsurprisingly full of plod. On

Pre-internet, I used to go drinking with a chap called John, one of the pubs we went to was next to the main police station, so unsurprisingly full of plod. One night we walked into the pub and it fell almost silent; it was only later we found out why -- John was the spitting image for the just-arrested Peter Sutcliffe: the Yorkshire ripper.