In the early 2000s I was living in an old apartment block in the Sydney suburb of Brighton-Le-Sands. One afternoon my flatmate and I rearranged our lounge room and thought nothing of flicking off a switch behind the couch.
As it turned out, that flick of a switch cut access to the shared TV antenna for the whole complex for a few annoying hours. But it also brought a tradie to my door – and changed my life.
