Well, I was at the Royal Free because I've been working there for a couple of years. And I got a phone call from my mother saying that has been beaten up by the police. And we're going to the hospital with him to meet us there. And I'd actually walk past him in the a&e because I didn't recognise him because he was totally contorted and bruised, was literally black and blue. And I couldn't believe it. I was so incensed that I never smelled or tasted hate in a way that I did. And that I was able to turn that round. And I thought, well, there's no working join, just for the love and loyalty to my father. But that calling of policing stuff kept on nagging me and I thought I would still continue because I was already I had applied, I went through the interview, etc. But still didn't tell him because you know what had happened to him. But he found out the hard way when police officers knocked at the door of his house, because I'd moved away, but then I'm flat. You know, he called me up saying there's police officers at my door, saying that you're going to join the police. I said, Oh, my gosh, I meant to tell you that on the phone.