Twice in my teens in early 90's Stoke I got a "talking to" from different Police Officers all over one summer due to my t-shirts as I was walking around the main shopping area (The Potteries Centre). One was the now infamous Cradle of Filth one with "Jesus is a ****" on the back and the other by Medulla Noche had no swearing but the image of the aftermath of a persons suicide by shotgun on the back with "All our friends are Dead".
Happily I grew out of that "shocking t-shirt" age quite quickly, mainly due to my dad (also a copper) finding out I'd been stopped as he didn't know about the t-shirts before hand, all of which caused me to rapidly reappraise my own attitude
Happily I grew out of that "shocking t-shirt" age quite quickly, mainly due to my dad (also a copper) finding out I'd been stopped as he didn't know about the t-shirts before hand, all of which caused me to rapidly reappraise my own attitude

Such things just proclaim the wearer as an attention seeking misfit who has almost certainly never heard of Savile Row and would probably equate it with paedophilia, should it be mentioned.
