Ahh, Peter Kay's Phoenix Nights.

On boxing Day i went to the customary Boxing Day football match. Match sucked, my team lost, but that's not of relevance. What's of relevance is that before the match, walknig up the road to the pub, we saw a security van, and a bunch of cops dotted along the street as always. The van's alarm had gone off under an accidental false alarm, and over and over, for all the road to hear, it kept bleating
"Help! Help! Security Vehicle under attack!...