The Folk Police? Look out, here they come! I can hear their bells rattling on their uniforms.

"'Ello, 'ello, 'ello - what's goin' on 'ere-i-o? Folderiddleido and dumble down day."

"Er... nothing, Constable..."

"Bold Constable"

"Sorry, Bold Constable - I..."

"Is this your h'instrument? Is that a h'electrical guitar? Whack fol the daddy-o."

"Well, it's electro-acoustic, actually, I..."

"So, it's h'electric - not a proper folk guitar then. Do you realise that's an offence? I must ask you to accompany me to the gallows on yonder hill. Right fal der al der day".