so when it get's to the point when you're door get's booted of it's hinges one night, because your tunes might be too loud, and you say. hey, hold on a minute. ' i don't look like trouble' or ' hey, you can't do that' as you get repeatedly smashed in the melon with a rifle butt, as rumour has it you may allegedly have something to do with terrorism. your gonna think one of two things, i'm okay with this as i've got nothing to hide or **** jake and gromit were right . cheers!