As a foolish drunken 16yo, I was in town with some friends
We tried, unsuccessfully, to set a bin on fire. Being drunken twats, we failed miserably, instead just making (highly visible) fools of ourselves.

We staggered off through town afterwards (this was about 2am, so fairly quiet), and promptly got pulled over by the police; someone had seen our inebriated arsonistic intent, and probably while laughing at our ineptitude, had called the police.

Pulling up and sauntering over to us, a couple of police officers asked our names and addresses. I gave my name, and spelt my unfortunately distinctive surname out. Say, replied one of the officers, doesn't your grandma live at xxx some street (which she did). Fuck me. This copper knew my grandmother! Turns out he was her next door neighbour son.

I sobered up quick sharp, apologised profusely and begged not to be grassed up to my family, who would no doubt make me wish that I'd been arrested instead. Thankfully him and his mate, after pissing themselves laughing, gave us a warning and sent us on our way.
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