It’s one of those starts to the day. Then again, it often is these days.
Up and up my desk by 5.15, and the first thing to greet me is an email which starts like this:
You were born in a blizzard on the south coast of England.
I knew it was going to be a spam thing because it came from a Gmail account, and I’ve been getting at least three or four a day, sometimes five. This one, though, started like a random demand, or blackmail, or even creepier, like it was saying, I know what you did last summer.
I ignored it, of course, as I did with the one from BBC Radio 2. Actually, I’ll share the start of that one with you, too.
My name is Nancy Davis, and I work with the programming team at BBC Radio 2, a nationally recognized (sic) Hot Adult Contemporary station.
I know I’ve not listened to Radio 2, probably ever, but I do know several people who do, and they don’t strike me as the types who would enjoy Hot Adult Contemporary anything. The steamiest they get is listening to Elaine Paige on a Sunday evening.
And so, the battle with the spammers continues. When I am in the mood, I write back and say something like, ‘Contact my agent,’ and leave it at that. I have done some testing, and I wrote back once saying something like, ‘I don’t pay to give interviews,’ as that’s what they wanted. Someone or an autoboot (sic) got back to me gushing with enthusiasm about how they were about to promote me to 96 misguided Mormons in Kentucky, and it would only cost me $160. Actually, they put the sum in words as if that made it any better.
Anyway, sorry, a photo…
Our odd weather: cloud yesterday, but not cold. I’m currently in the stage of ‘hoodie on, hoodie off’, long trousers or shorts? Shorts for ten minutes, and then change… It’s all a bit up and down, but set to go up again and stay up, no doubt.
In other not much news, I know some or maybe all of the taxi boats are running, most if not all tavernas and shops are open, but I’m not sure of the beaches. I think Apostolis at Pedi mentioned the end of the month. It feels to me like it should be June already because Easter now seems like months ago. There is usually a lull between Easter and the season, but it depends when the celebration falls. This year it was early, so it feels like ages ago, but maybe it’s simply just less busy this year. What with the weather patterns ruined and nutters trying to rule the world, it’s surprising anyone’s able to go anywhere at all. On which cheery note, I must get on and reply to my contact at the BBC commissioning department. You never know, they might want me on the Hot Adult edition of the Antiques Roadshow.
