Douglas Hurd lived around the corner when he was Home Secretary during the last IRA bombing binge. He had 24 hour police protection so I always made a point of parking my van outside his house, figuring that no car thief would be daft enough to try and nick it. One of his protection officers asked if he could look into the back of it one night, and banged on the bottom of the cargo compartment before giving me the all clear. I asked him to get his gun out if anybody laid a finger on Vauxhall's finest.
"I'd probably shoot myself in the foot, Sir".