The copper from Woggablogga
It doesn't work like "I say old boy, decode this message for me, there's a good chap" In reality it's fishing TB.
So let's suppose the copper from Woggablogga claims you're a baddie 'cos 'he knows' you're an ansty sort. Obviously his warrant will be for everything including bank logins, chats to girlfriends, horse racing tips and social media references to what his wife gets up to with the boys from Cloudsville Creek. Really the latter.
Oh and for good measure, if your logins are hacked, even if the copper from Woggablogga told you and you had the money, you couldn't go to court to prove the government (ie some official in the council with the power to check on litter-dropping) were responsible.
Biting the hand that feeds IT
