Well, I felt like I had to do something to stop us getting banged up or shot, what with you and Jim going, "show us your gun, officer" and "have you got a bazooka in the boot?" If I remember correctly, I pulled out my Labour membership card, which didn't help matters in the way I expected. They clearly thought we were terrorists casing out the airport, then got close and decided that we might be anarchist agitators or renegade PETA activists or something, then spoke to us and realised we were just hopeless gimps lost and messing around on a grey afternoon. It was an anxious few moments, nevertheless.