Dibbled on my own lawn

Now, I'm all for keeping drunk drivers off the road, and my own approach is to rarely drive with more than one pint of Beer in me, and even then consumed over the necessary three hours, but our Boys in Blue do seem to be getting a bit enthusiastic these days.
Returning homeward last night at 12:30 ish, and about 300yds away from my house, I was aware of something approaching at a hell of a rate on the road approaching a roundabout I'd just exited. I gave it a bare glance, but next look in the mirror and he's all over my rear bumper. I speeded up a little to gain enough space to let him know I was to turn into our road, and he's still there, screaming into the turn, still on my bumper..only then does he flash the blue lights. He does a Jack Regan in front of my car, and then has to move when I point out that I could indeed pull over....preferably into my own front drive. There we go through the usual ritual, culminating in me blowing on his chips. By now all the curtains are twitching, including ours, where the missus is pissing herself laughing, having only just driven in from the same gig herself. Naturally the meter hardly registers, and he then has to come up with some half baked excuse for his Starsky and Hutch escapade, on a vehicle with no faults, that had contravened no traffic regs....apparently they doing heightened security in our neighbourhood due to burglary...err..bollocks !!