When I was 21 (so that was 1973 then) my flat was raided by the police who had been tipped off by the cow who lived upstairs, who I later found out, liked my flat more than hers and looked for any reason to get me evicted so she could move in – she didn't like my muso mates either.
Anyway, a few of these mates were round at the time and the police found some minute quantity of cannabis leaf stashed in the kitchen. As the actual owner didn't come forward (who would?) and I wouldn't name him (who'd do that either?)I ended up in the magistates court (as it was my flat) and got sent down for three months, "as an example, to show that we won't tolerate these drug-taking fraternities"
It must have been a huge shock to my parents, as the first they knew about it was when they read it on the front page of the local newspaper – this sort of thing was big news on the Isle of Man in those days….
I'm surprised that they ever let me darken their door again really.