'I've only had one pint.....really.'
The call comes over the radio, you get in the car, the blue lights are turned on, the siren starts to sound and your colleague starts to drive like someone's life depends on it, sometimes this might be the case.
You arrive at the scene, a lovely little house which looks quite tidy from the outside and from what you can see through the window it's also nice inside. You are invited in and after taking details you arrest one of the occupants and escort them from the premises, into the car and down to the custody suite.
You know why it's happened, why this lovely little house with Christmas Cards on the mantel piece, lights around the fire place and a tree in the corner has been turned into a fight club, too much alcohol consumed in too short a time, it is as simple as that.
On a lighter note, you're hoping to get Cheryl Tweedy for Christmas, after all, hope springs eternal.