My Dad and the beer strike

In the early 1960s Dad was based at Lidcombe police station in the western suburbs of Sydney. Each morning on arriving at the station he would check the cells to see what the night had brought.  One morning he found a small man of about 60 years there. It was obvious to Dad he was not a vagrant, drunk or no-hoper, so Dad chatted with him and found his story to be quite interesting.