3x mates of mine from the pub were driving back from the cinema through the local small town, late one evening.
The car, a silver VW golf. Through the back window, in the back seat, can be seen Baldy. Lost all his hair years ago. Looks like a proper shiny skinhead. A patrol car spots them and tags along behind.
They get the tug from the fuzz. PC #1 swaggers up thinking he’s going to hit his quota tonight – three up in a golf, nearly midnight, got be a sure fire for a motoring or drugs offence.
His face fell like a stone when he looked in through the drivers window to see a combined age of around 170yrs. He tried to recover, asking: “And where have you been tonight”. To which baldy replied “The pictures. Is this going to take long? We have to get this one back to the home by midnight or Matron will kill us”
PC #2 has to retire to his car before he explodes from highly pressurised suppressed laughter.