Assuming no one on here was plod then or has access to the PNC.
In the early 90s my older sister kinda of set the bar with her L7 'Smell the Magic' t-shirt causing general shame and disdain at family events. I felt the need to respond in kind and despite a valliant effort with a Carter USM condom t-shirt causing me to be sent home from a school disco, didn't really scale her height.
I then bought a Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy 'Let's Fuck' t-shirt one Saturday at HMV in Oxford Street, putting it on in the toilets of McDonalds. An hour or two later, in Covent Garden a copper approached me and said he'd received a complaint and considered it a public order offence. Taken for 'processing' to Charing Cross nick, they quickly realised that prosecuting a teenager was more bother than it was worth, so telling them where I bought it and handing it over seemed to be enough.
A week later the incident was in the NME, I'm assuming because of HMV staff whinging.
