And then I gives 'im the finger. Which, looking back, might not have been the smartest thing to do, to a big bad-tempered copper, in the back end of a dark alley, where no-one can see. Not smart at all.

He's a big bloke is Smiffy. And he's got a real nasty temper as well. But winding up dumb coppers is something I just can't resist.