You can easily tell this is a geezer caper. Just a small clue. A slight giveaway. A subtle hint.

When the hard-boiled cockney copper handling a bank siege arrives on scene his first demand is not for a debriefing on the deployment of his armed response team.

No, he wants "a nice cuppa tea. With two sugars." Gawd bless yer, guv-nor.

This is grand larceny the English way. Amateurish and quaintly dated. Although there's a half-hearted attempt to ape our transatlantic cousins, it's crime the way we like it: crude, incompetent and violent.

In a novel use of the lost hours between checking in for an EasyJet flight and take-off, a gang of heistmeisters posing as soccer fans head back from Stansted to London for a quick hold-up.

Using their van as a battering ram, they slam through the doors of a city bank, pile out of the back and shout cockney-style at the cowering customers while demanding seventy mill in used notes.

However, one of their number - Chubby (Nicholls), a new dad whose heart isn't really in it - wasn't hanging on tightly enough and rolled across the floor sustaining a nasty gash in his thigh.

Euston, we have a problem.

Director Paris Leonti, who once earned a crust ferrying the likes of Christian Bale to film sets, takes a crack at delivering Sarfend's answer to Ocean's Eleven.

Ambitious stuff, with Barry from EastEnders - or Shaun Williamson if you like - as a no-nonsense copper of resolve and tenacity. Here's what gives when he manages to get the chief felon on the phone.

Barry: Can you give me your name? We like a name.

Felon: No

Barry: OK

As you can probably tell, there are gags amongst the geezerdom. Want some?

Tim Evans