When I lived on one of the rougher estates in Corby, I heard the sounds of a fight behind my house. on opening the window I found a gang of about six skinheads kicking lumps out of a bloke lieing in a ball on the floor. so I yelled that if they didn't leave now I was going to call the police. to which one replied "We Are the police" producing a warrant card. At which point a retreat was the prudent response.

Any idiot can face a crisis - it's day to day living that wears you out.