I live in a village just outside Melton Mowbray, and whilst it is rather (ahem) quaint and free from "urban rif raff"..

, we had a rather disturbing incident last year.
We had a couple of 'hoodies' from Melton Mowbray decide to cause havoc and break the tranquility we have enjoyed for years. The bounders hid behind gravestones and pelted passing cars with eggs, after dusk I may add. This went on for about a month until they got caught by the lady who does the flower arranginging in the church, who for some unknown reason had invited her husband along to help her.
This bloke is a local farmer and can crush walnuts in his eyelids, whilst eating a raw bull for breakfast. He didn't see the funny side of their little caper and susequently administered a damn good thrashing to both of them. It made headlines on the village newsletter, actually relegating the ongoing story of dog mess on the village green to the inside front page.
Life's exciting in rural Leicestershire.