the constable.
'Vest! Vest! I'll have you know this is a genuine tweed weskit! Vest, the very idea! Where do cops get educated these days? It's a public disgrace and I intend ...'
'We have received an anonymous call from this address,' interrupted PC Mywords, 'concerning an out of control male showing signs of mental derangement. Come quietly with us now, sir, for your own good. We will get you the help you so obviously require.'
'It wasn't me, you absolute tosser! It was ...'
But before I could say anything else, Disorderly had grabbed me painfully by the arm, spun me round, handcuffed me and ...