I was held at gunpoint by the RUC as a child in the car everytime we crossed the border
(yes they did pole the guns into the cars)
I’m also old enough to remember this... though it was the army at the border, not the RUC, right? I don’t know. anyway I associate it with ice cream, because dealing with the army at the border was always preceded by the most dire warnings from my mother not to get fidgety in the back, with promises of ice cream afterwards if I was good. so some kid with a gun would bark questions at my folks and then twenty minutes later we’d get ice cream... so basically british imperialism was all fine really because it got me treats.