I'm not sure if I should say or not - I am a nice guy, honest.

Anyway, I was out at a friends house drinking with about 6-7 of my friends. After having a bit too much, I decided to leave the house with two friends and make my way home just after midnight.
We stopped at a bus-stop, and then a Ford Focus pulls up and two undercover cops come out. I, being intoxicated, run down the road being chased by one of cops. After a while hiding in somebody's back garden I leave and a Police car and van pull up and I get chased by 4-5 Policemen.
I am eventually rugby tackled, held down and arrested and spent a good 3-4 hours in a cell with my mates before my dad came to bail me out.
Anyway, I think I've learnt my lesson. It wasn't exactly jail, just a room with a thick metal door, bed-type-thing, and one-way mirror. Fun, fun, fun.