My nemesis would be the local gang lord, a teflon-coated avoider of justice, and his army of minions, but just as frustrating and obstructive would be those pencil pushing bureaucrats at City Hall who’ve never pounded the streets in their lives, man.
My catchphrase dates from about eight years ago, when I found myself being driven around Brierley Hill by people listening to ‘Breaking the Law’ by Judas Priest who were shouting at random suspicious looking individuals. I take my catchphrase from that night:
"They need some law abidin’."
Tell me that doesn’t strike terror into the hearts of criminals.