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?
Right enough.
You've all done very well. Buns all round.
:-O
Cheater.