On the drive back, we were just past the Shooting Star on Bevois Valley when a rather-the-worse-for-wear bloke started to amble into the road in front of us. I sounded the horn and braked. He, on the other hand, stood in the middle of the road with his arms spread to block our passage. Fine. I braked to a halt and beeped him again. He dropped his trousers, mooned us, then started flapping his knob at us.
At which point the two cycle-mounted police on the other side of the street (that I'd failed to notice) rode across and manhandled him out of the road without even dismounting. Priceless. It's good to see that our council tax is well-spent.