Elvis Presley considers a trip to Wagamama Memphis. Photograph: PA
I reckon I get about 750 emails a week. Spam aside, most of them are work-related. Happily more than a few are social. But there is a special place in my heart, and indeed my inbox, for email subscriptions.
I've signed up to lots of lovely Guardian Unlimited email services (and those of our less lovely competitors) but there are lots of others I would recommend.
The arrival of the Motley Fool's weekly digest of financial products gives me the illusion of fiscal responsibility, even if I don't actually get round to reading their recommendations. And any accidental easing of pressure on my finances is counterbalanced by Rough Trade's weekly list of new record and CD releases.
Then there's the incredibly detailed Elvis Fact of the Week (to be honest, there's only so much you need to know about Elv's 1965 film Roustabout. A text message would have sufficed. Still, he's The King, and it seems disloyal to quibble).
Probably the most useless is Wagamama, which I signed up to ages ago hoping to win a competition. In the unlikely event that it arrives unencrypted, it informs me about the new branch opening in Abu Dhabi. Just what the world needs, another branch of Wagamama. I can't even bring myself to provide you with a link to their site, to be honest. But I can't be arsed to unsubscribe.
Best of all is dictionary.com's Word of the Day (today's is a gem: "inkhorn: affectedly or ostentatiously learned; pedantic").
