"You know who you look like? You look like my grandson. He's a criminal, you know; walked across the street as the crow flies, he did. You look like him..." The old bobby rambles on about the community, the less interesting aspects of his service career, and the rising cost of rice pudding. His face relaxes and tilts up for a few seconds, revealing his twisted yellow teeth. You smell urine and feces suddenly. "Sorry about that guv'nor; absent minded for a second. Where was I? Right, they were going to 'put me on pension.' I thought to meself, 'They're about to sack me, aren't they? Bugger that, I'm going to the colonies to lie about my age and earn a living.' What else was I to do? Being a bobby is all I'm good at! It's not like I had any savings back home."