At Honington in the late 80s it was quite common for the local police in Thetford to ask for a bus load of guys for identification parades. It was an afternoon off and we even got paid a few quid for our trouble. You guessed it! I got picked out of the parade as a drunken lout who started a fight. Wasn't me on that occasion Chief! Another one that comes to mind was turning up at work on a monday looking like a panda, the result of stopping a cricket ball with my nose! My Chief was convinced I'd been fighting until the Padre rang him to see if I was ok as he was playing in the same match! Nice to say that he took Gods reps word and apologised... sort of!