John Sweetman

I had the shaved head, I had the goatee, you know, stocky enough and whatnot.

And I said, no, actually, I'm the fingerboard expert, you know.

And then a couple of years later, I was going to court down the country somewhere.

And I had to meet a mule, as we call each other, mules, like, you know, I had to meet a mule at the back of their court.

I didn't know, like, I talked to him on the phone, but I didn't know him.

So at the meeting before the case or whatever it was.

And, you know, I'd be sitting there and watching for guards coming in and trying to figure out who am I looking for, you know, because they're not going to twig me, you know, they're not going to think that this is the guy from the Bureau, unless they've dealt with me before.

But like this particular fella, and I reckoned it was him that I was looking for, sure enough it was.

And he just said to me, you're the most un-mule-like fucker I've ever met.

And I said, thank you very much.

I was delighted with that.

That was a great compliment.

And I often thought afterwards, I said, Jesus, you know, I should have gone into something like the surveillance unit or something.

Yeah.

Or are they looking for old chaps now to do it?

But I suppose, you know, my name is a little bit more known now.

I wouldn't get away with it.

But yeah, no, I just kept pushing it.

But it's a different job now.

Tattoos are okay, I think.