I need a title for my new story. Opening paragraph:

"Isn’t it weird, to think that policemen are human too? You see them on the streets; bobby hats like navy 3D toilet seats, ready should some inebriated inbred smash a bottle over their defenceless head as part of a well-thought out Get Into Jail Free card. And you assume that they were always such law-abiding, sanitised goody two shoeses. They’re probably blandly married to a faceless, beige-wallpaper woman called Sarah, with three angelically bland children, and a bland white picket-fence life with a plush little Audi on the drive. But you only have to look inside this office to know that, actually, policemen – and, of course, women (We couldn’t forget the women; not in this politically correct society) – have their illegitimate vices. Perhaps not the hookers-and-heroin lifestyle that you or I could enjoy, given a lowlife’s ill-advised descent into depravity, but a rather whiter type of vice. One that you’d still judge them for."

It's going to be a fucked-up thriller.