I once had a visit in my London studio from two police men. As they walked up the stairs flashing warrant cards and announcing their names they said.
We're from Southall murder squad and you have nothing to worry about.
That's when I farted.
They were investigating a murder of a girl who had phoned me asking about modeling from an ad I ran. She made a list of all in coming out out going phone calls. She was a hooker and had 7 note pads full of telephone numbers and cryptic records of chats.