Is This Thing On?

I received the following spam email today. My name is not John. I suspect someone has set this up to look like you have accidentally received someone else’s email about some scam to trick you into giving them your bank details. It’s rather odd getting spam that has apparently originated in the UK (note the reference to the “Who Wants to be a Millionaire” scam court case thing – nice touch). I’m so used to getting the Nigerian 419 spam that it is rather nice to get the home grown variety for a change. Oh well, straight to spam cop they go…. [UPDATE: apparently they have already been shut down, at least at that web address. Oh well, I did my bit. ]

>From: “Richard Oakley”
>To: “matthewjarmstrongAThotmail.com”
>Subject: Uploaded
>Hi John, I have made up the secrets page and uploaded to the address below. Once you are there click on the text. A new box will appear, it will take you to the First Direct website so anyone who comes accross my site won’t realise what it is. Then on the new page click on bank account then click on apply on-line (another new box appears). In the new box put in your details as though you are applying for the bank account and follow it to the end (you should put your real details in as I am sure you are aware, it is NOT legal to put false details in) then on the last page press the final submit button (the application will be sent to First Direct and you will apply for the bank account but its not a loss because they are giving £25 with each account opened anyway). Then another new box will appear and you should put in the password: “millions”. E-Mail me back when you have got it so I can delete it.
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>With these ideas I think we’ll be making a lot by maybe even this time tomorrowe – Who wants to be a millionaire? – WE DO
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>The address: http://www.fdct.uk2k.com/firstdirect

>Away from all that, are you up for a game of golf tomorrow, I thought we could go to Ivyleaf after work.

>Anyway, i’ll talk to you a bit more about my ideas tomorrow.

>Richard

>P.S. Nice shorts earlier – lol

I quit my job today.

It was a rather strange and oddly liberating experience actually. Suddenly everything I have stressed about for the last two and a 1/4 years at work is of absolutely no consequence (well, of course it was always inconsequential, but now I don’t have to worry about it anymore; it is well and truly somebody else’s problem). Rather bizarrely, I am still pretending that I haven’t resigned, as my boss is (ahem) “working from home” today and tomorrow and wants to tell the rest of the department first himself.

Anyway, I have spent the afternoon listening to the Commons Iraq debate on Radio 4, just to darken my otherwise sunny disposition.

This is a very interesting article about media coverage of Gulf War I. Funny thing happened to me on the way to work this morning. I was reading that Metro rag on the train (yes, I know, but the letters page is unintentionally hilarious and I try not to make a habit of it). Anyway, they described the response to Robin Cook’s resignation speech as consisting of “warm applause”. That’s funny, I was under the impression he got a highly un-Parliamentary standing ovation.

Well, I said there would be other contributors, and now there are. Disappearing text and initial teething problems aside, rob’s page is now up and running. Home to Paste Magazine’s very own “Bridget Jones” (Days since my last cigarette? c’mon….)

Doh! Radiohead tickets went on sale over the weekend but I only found out about it this morning and they are all gone now (apart from Belfast, but that is not exactly convenient).

Oh well, I’ll have to make do with seeing them at Glastonbury then I suppose.

You might argue that posting cryptic messages to the web that only you understand is a little bit self-indulgent.

Then again, I’m probably the only person reading this. So I suppose it doesn’t matter.

“There’s a voice, that keeps on calling me. Down the road, is where I’ll always be. Every stop i make, I’ll make a new friend. Can’t stay for long, just turn around and i’m gone again. Maybe tomorrow, i’ll wanna settle down, until tomorrow, i’ll just keep moving on down this road, that never seems to end, where new adventure, lies just around the bend so if you wanna join me for a while, just grab your hat, come travel light, that’s hobo style.”

Hmm. I think I’ve just made a big decision.

On the subject of those search strings (again): Paste is now the number one search result for the string brain surgeon salary.

Wonderful.

Fantastic. Check out The Idler magazine’s attempts to find the crappest towns in the UK. I particularly like the description of Southport:

“When Morrisey wrote “Every day is like Sunday”, you get the feeling that he had just spent the afternoon in Southport.”

Having recently spent the weekend there, this is rather apt, I think.

I just noticed that we are the second search result in Google (of “about 718,000”) for the string “Creative Writing Magazine” (although again, there’s no guarantee how long that will be the case).