I'm hoping that's a metaphor of some kind. Otherwise it conjours up strange images in the mind.
Olga's a terrible name. The Russian equivalent of Miriam.
You haven't seen 'my' Olga.
And I think of the name as more equivalent to Edith, or perhaps Marge.
Perhaps you could post a picture?
To me Edith's are grey haired and bent old ladies capable of carrying an array of heavy shopping bags laden with whole milk and jam tarts.
Marge's are stay at home housewives who like nothing better than to tune into Loose Women over a cup o' tea and an iced finger.
Olga's in my stereotyped mind are built like shot-putters, have the body hair of Geoff Capes and all the delicacy of Kos' puns.
Just because I'm stereotyping them all and think it's a horrible name doesn't mean that I shouldn't defend them, or recognise that there's some attractive people called Olga. :-Y
Besides, it could be worse, we could be talking about a Shaneece here.
Please, let me know if you receive my first email regarding to your family inheritance.
I await your prompt response.
Kind Regards,
Edward Devadason.
Legal Laws Firm
37C Waterloo Street,
Birmingham B2 5TJ
United Kingdom.
This time there's even a "real" website for the "solicitors"
http://legallawsfirm.com/index-2.html
although 37C Waterloo Street, Birmingham is hard to find on Google
37A is a salubrious building next to a very slick branch of Coutts, the private bank.
Bank holiday Monday, around 10:30, phone rings:
Me - Hello
Alex (for that is his name) - Hello, Mr. Angerlus, this is Alex from the Microsoft Service Centre...
Me - My name's not Angerlus. I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name - who are you?
Alex - I'm Alex from the Microsoft Service Center. We've been receiving error messages from your computer because a piece of malicious software has been installed. If you don't fix it it will corrupt your hard drive.
Me - You what? You're with who?
Alex - Are you logged on to your computer at the moment?
Me - Alex, that isn't even remotely convincing, but thanks for trying (me hangs up).
I didn't mention that I was reasonably sure from the outset that his name wasn't really Alex and that his address was roughly 4.5 thousand miles away in Mumbai or Bengaluru.
I was tempted to string him along - 'hang on there's somebody at the door' - and so on, but I didn't really want abuse being hurled at me on a nice relaxed bank holiday morning.
I am torn - in a quandary.
It isn't often that I'm offered both wealth and sex in one e-mail, but Farida Waziri writes:
I strongly know that they will never tell you the truth because they are all thieving criminals. I have decided with my veto power that you must receive one third of your principle fund which is US$20.5m (Twenty million five hundred united states dollars) to ascertain really whom I am.
I expect your prompt response through my private.
Regards,
Mrs Farida Waziri
So - should I investigate her private; promptly?