My mate is a cop (and a good red) and told me he chased a shitty old Ford Focus all over Halewood and Allerton a few months back, three scallies onboard.
They were driving like absolute beauts apparently and my mate reckoned the chase was gonna get called off. Anyhow, the car ended up near town by the top of Myrtle Street near the Caledonia pub and crashed with three ket wigs running away, my mate being the diligent cop he is ran after them and grabbed one of them by his ket wig, only for a big clump of the curly mane to come out in his hands!
Probably because I'd had four pints when he told me, but that story amused me greatly.