My uncle was arrested at gunpoint from our house in a night raid in about 1980. I slept through it all. My Mum answered the door to the police in bullet proof vests and said 'ooh you look just life the professionals.'
The kicked uncle in the balls and hauled him off.
Released him a few hours later (mistaken identity).
It was new years eve in the days that people used to drink and drive. They cordoned off the village with road blocks so drunken neighbours driving home met with police. And of course the entire village knew!