A story from my past comes to mind. My first ever 'good' car was a G-reg' Astra MK2. It was nothing fancy, but it was my first decent car. I was living in Charleston in Dundee at the time, and one Saturday night I happened to see some scrote crouched down at the passenger door. Never moved so fast in my life, and caught the sh1t breaking the window glass. While I was kicking seven bells out of him, a neighbour had called the police. (This was in the day where you could actually count on them to turn up Sharpish) When they arrived a couple of minutes later I was still teaching this bloke a lesson. I was hauled off and held back while the little shi1t was bleating about 'assault', and wanting me charged, etc. As the the cuffs went on, one of the policemen told him to 'Shut the f*ck up or I'll let him have another go at you'.
We need to get back to those attitudes