In my early twenties, I was once part of a line-up at the local police station! A police car pulled up beside my brother and I as we were walking home and the bobbies asked us if we'd help out at an identity parade; there would be a cup of tea and a bun in it for us.
So we hopped into the car down to the station where we lined up with a bunch of local lads and a shoplifting suspect. He was half the size of the rest of us and the police may as well have hung a sign over him. Nevertheless, the aggrieved shop-owner made a thorough inspection of us all and so intensely that I nearly confessed myself!
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