The cheeky family opposite me in Birmingham
were apparently well known "down the precinct". One night I heard a lot of effing and blinding coming from the street. On peeping out, the estranged son had come home and was having a slanging match with Dad, sometimes indoors, sometimes outdoors (the front door was almost always left open).

Next thing, he calls Dad a poof or something and the two of them are literally lying in the middle of the street grappling with each other. No more than 30 seconds later, a West Midlands police car comes round the corner and screeches to a halt about a foot from their heads. Two enormous coppers get out and, without a word, grab son and Dad, throw them in the back of the car and drive off. Better than Regan and Carter could have done it.
(rogerzilla, Thu 14 Mar 2013, 20:17, Reply)