Well, almost.

Six individuals, apparently armed, entered an e-cigarette shop in the suburbs of the Belgian town of Charleroi, I read this week.

After demanding that the shopkeeper hand over his takings, the enterprising Didier pointed out to the would-be thieves that it was only the middle of the afternoon and that if they came back at the end of the day, there would be far more money for them to take.

The dim wits duly left the shop and Didier rang the police who were unsurprisingly sceptical that the gang would return.

But they did, at 17.30.

Again, Didier pointed out that his shop hadn’t finished trading and if they would come back an hour later, there would be much more to take.

Astonishingly, they returned a third time at 18.30 by which time a plain-clothed policeman was in situ to apprehend them. Five had their collars felt, the sixth, who, perhaps, was not quite as dim as his colleagues, scarpered.

Talking of dim wits, take a bow, Lee Furlong, from Liverpool.

He thought it would be a good idea to spray some graffiti on an inviting blank red-bricked wall at the 800-year-old Tha Phae gate in Chiang Mai in Thailand.

Not only was he and his accomplice caught on CCTV and tracked down to their accommodation, the aptly named Mad Monkey hostel, but he demonstrated his illiteracy to the world by spraying “Scousse Lee”.

He could face up to ten years in chokey, long enough, perhaps, to learn to spell Scouse.