We also watched Hot Fuzz this weekend. Well, I watched part of it and it seemed really funny, but I then fell asleep in front of the TV. One warm lap cat + one belly full of potatoes + one fleece blanket = one unconscious Breda, who will later have to peel dried contact lenses off her eyeballs.
Anyway, from what I remember, the film seemed to be about this London policeman, Nicholas Angel, who was really good at his job - so good that he was sent away to a small village because the rest of the London police felt he was making them all look bad. When uber-bobby Nicholas meets his new small town coworkers, they begin questioning him about his exploits in London. One man asks about shooting people and Nicholas says, "I haven't held a firearm in two years."
That caught my attention. "Wait, what?" I pressed pause and looked over at Mike. "But...he's a policeman!"
Mike smirked. "England."
I let that sink in a moment. "Huh."
I pressed play. "Hey, Mike...are you carrying right now?"
He nodded, adjusting his holster a bit. "Yeah, are you?"
"Yeah." I said, snuggling back under the blanket. "Wow. England. WTF?"
Mike chuckled. "Yep."