Coppers on a night off; the evening grew in intensity, laughter, dancing and drinking. Mandy"s frequent kisses getting progressively wetter. Jack sang Underneath the Arches, the rugby version, to hoots of laughter, he finished, shouting, “Throw money, throw money,” apparently his dad’s, Uncle Peter, shouted that in the East End pubs.
Underneath the ArchesMandy seemed more relaxed with Liz and Carly, dancing and kissing, as was everyone comfortable with Frankie and Connie. For a bunch of pissed-up coppers, whose reputation to the public is not one of resounding tolerance, they took all of this in their stride. ‘Makes you proud, eh girl, we’ve come a long way,’ Jack said. The band struck up a reel and Mandy and Jack did their totally un-Irish, Irish dancing. Jack called it broken arm dancin
