Being Scared And Egg Banjos

We spent the rest of the day escorting our policemen around while they searched other properties connected with the gentleman they'd nicked earlier. Middle of the afternoon, we still weren't finished and our coppers were getting a little twitchy.

I soon realised why:

1. The local population had realised what was going on.
2. They didn't like it.
3. It was Friday and everyone had started drinking early.

Later in the afternoon and we had a pause in another police station. A welcome chance to grab a brew and a rather stale sandwich. Returning to the vehicle we could see the copper's getting their riot gear on. This was not good. We didn't have ours with us.

The next few hours were interesting to say the least. The police searched a house in one of the 'hardest' estates in the area. The semi-drunk local population turned up on mass and started to vent their anger at us. Abuse was hurled at first and then the odd stone. One of the copper's told us just to sit tight inside our van. Not feeling quite so puffed up and proud, we retired inside the vehicle. After what seemed like an eternity the search was completed and we all returned to camp with nothing damaged apart from maybe our egos.

It had been a long day and we hadn't eaten much. 'Dinner' had finished hours before but, as always, there were bags of bread and trays of eggs lying out in the canteen. A few minutes for the hotplate to heat up, a couple of minutes cooking time and hey presto - Egg Banjo's.

Seconds later there was hot yolk streaming down my chin. Happy again.

I was going to attempt an explanation of the Egg Banjo phenomenon but this does it so much better.