Ello, ello, ello.
Back in my youth (straight from high school in fact) I joined the NSW Police Force (as it was known back then) as a Police Cadet. I served a probationary period at Police Headquarters in Sydney where part of my work involved typing up all the details of stolen cars and wanted persons that were regularly broadcast over the police radio; an integral (dare I say critical) part of police operations at the time. This was long before emails, fax machines and the like were ever invented I might add.

Long story short, one really cold winters morning I “re-arranged” the double adapters on the power points behind the front desk where I was working, to include a bar radiator, mistakenly turning off the police radio as I did. Some seven hours later, a senior constable remarked that it must have been too cold that day for the criminals, as he hadn’t heard a radio report all day. Oops. Maybe not an expensive mistake, but it certainly let quite a large number of Sydney criminals off the hook that day. Perhaps it was a good thing for all concerned, that my career path took a decidedly different direction later that year.
(Cogitator, Tue 30 Oct 2007, 20:20, Reply)