I was kindly 'volunteered' to be Mother-Hen for Bus-2 by Neil Greirson and his buddies. On the way back on the ferry, the bus drivers informed me that all porn related items would have to be removed and taken thru customs independently as the bus would be weighed and ex-ray'd therefore anything extra would show up and we'd be in bother.
I passed the word round to my sympathetic cohorts on Bus-2, popped my pocket sized scud book into my sporran and off I went thru customs at Dover.
I'm thinking everything is OK when the 2 drivers call me onto the bus, that Customs have found something on board and we're in the shit.
Up the bus they take me, and lift up the back seat to reveal a magnificent horrendous stash of porn mags, blow-up dolls, vibrators, butt-plugs, you name it - it was there. I shit myself.
Then on came the lads and they all burst out laughing. Everyone had stored their gear under the back seat, while muggins here was the only one who took anything thru customs
Think it was that day I started to lose my hair