Now, I sometimes do tend, when I see these things come in, to dig deep into my memory, which, I'm fortunate, looking around the House, is a longer memory than anyone else in this House—even your own, Mr Speaker. But I can remember a time when police cars didn't have sirens; they only had little red lights. Now, I'm not sure if anyone in this House will actually remember when police cars just had little red lights on their grey cars, but that was the police which I joined. They had previously had sirens, but, as a result, the folklore was—whether it was true or not—that a certain inspector had raced home for lunch using his siren and had been caught and prosecuted, and so, as a result, the commissioner of the day said, "Right. No more sirens." So that meant that a generation of police officers like myself were then forced to try and get their way through traffic with little red lights, or, actually, subsequently, little blue lights, in the middle of our Holden Kingswoods and Holden Belmonts—when we weren't stopping because the gears had jammed—trying to actually get to where we were going. 