The Brits do things a little differently.
When I lived in Fulham in the 1970s, a nasty ex-boyfriend of my landlady tried to break down the door to her flat.
A nice bobby showed up in a soothing Panda car, tapped him on the shoulder, and said, "Excuse me, sir. We appear to have a minor problem".
The BF turned on him, punched him in the face, and knocked him down the front steps.
Two seconds later, a black wagon screamed around the corner and six cops got out with sticks, and beat him senseless.
I thought the whole thing was very - stylish.
whats all this then!
Your post #638? Heartwarming.:o)
No one should ever misunderestimate the Brits.