you see , here , on planet me , i think my solution might sort of involve nobbling a few rozzers and telling them that they are going to get paid treble money at night next weekend to plonk their arses in an unmarked v8 turbocharged corsa fitted with 007 sub-machine guns and an automatically ejected spikey tyre deflation thingy just before mrs jacksons two up two down in crapville .