The world from my window

Everyone loves a good police drama. And there's one going on right now in the village square outside my window. I'm so excited I've got camera shake and I daren't use the flash in case the spotlight turns on me. At eleven thirty, my husband turns to me in bed and says: 'There's a police car outside.' Ever the Miss Marple, I climb out of bed and peep through the curtains to see two young men in shorts sitting down in the road, propped up against Mr Grigg's car, with a third standing next to a police officer. There's drunken shouting and swearing, and young men's Westcountry belligerence and four policemen talking calmly and persistently until the men are asked to get up. To think, with windows wide open, I nearly slept through all of this. Then I hear the immortal lines that go something like ' you do not have to say anything...anything you do say may be given in evidence.' Crucially, I miss what they are being arrested for...