Last time I spoke to Marnie was ~1990 just after her premises in Garstang ("The Good Earth") were raided by Blackpool Police. Story goes that Lancaster Police protected her because some members of the CID were her customers, so Blackpool were brought in secretly to do the job instead. I was given the names of the guilty parties, but I won't post those here!
Anyway, I was chatting to her in the (now closed) disco bar at the back of the Battery Hotel, Heysham when she took exception to the nipple rings worn by one of the male barstaff. (It was a beach themed night and all the staff were in beachwear). So she reached over the bar, grabbed both rings and ripped them out of his nipples, tearing them and leaving a real bloody mess. Security had to intervene to stop any further damage. Her comments were on the lines of "He's a fuckin poof, he deserved it"
I'll never forget her comments about the raid, delivered in a broad Glasgow accent "They called me a prostitute but I'm not a fuckin prostitute, no I just like making men happy"
Seen her a few times since pissed up in bars (but not for several years) and kept well away
