I've got a few amusing tales, one of my finest or to be honest worst moments happened in the middle of Huntingdon high Street one Saturday afternoon years ago, I was about 22 at the time, anyway, Me and the ex wife were doing a bit of shopping, whilst walking past a cut through alley way we heard the shouts of oi and STOP HIM SOMEONE, so being a strapping young rugby Player of 6'4" I prepared myself to save the day. Of course it all happened so quickly, this guy came running out of the alley with a ladies handbag I made a grab for him and missed, just a few feet behind was his accomplice, so I swung out a leg roundhouse style and the speed he was running at he just went flying. Got him I thought as he laid in a crumpled heap on the floor. I remember shouting at him to call his mate back and give the handbag back. He then told me he's not my mate, eh? He just stole my mum's handbag and I was trying to stop him. Ohhhhhhh flip well I said more than that. I felt so sorry for this guy o said I thought you were with him he said noooo. Bugger I helped him up apologised and sort of made a quick exit. Lesson learned don't always try and be a hero.