In a local 'Spar', when I was about ten years old, the shopkeeper rapped the back of my hand with a tube of Smarties (smartly). I was trying to steal a Mars Bar at the time. I never tried to steal anything from that shop again. Who knows, if I'd received a brace of slaps and perhaps a cracked rib or two instead of being lightly admonished with a tube of sweets, I might not have gone on to pinch Rolos from the other newsagent and handfuls of pick n mix from Woolies? Or they could have held me down and stabbed me in the eye, which would certainly have put me off stealing sweets for life, I assure you. Nobody knows if the bloke was even shoplifting. Nobody knows if the bloke was shoplifting and threw a punch before alleged 'aaht of ordaa' restraint by staff. As usual, nobody knows anything. But it's comforting to see that the usual pointlessly polarised battlelines have already been drawn.