His illness has defiled [sic] all forms of treatment.
It really tugged at the heart strings. The poor man, diagnosed with a terrible illness. I was touched - flattered even - that he should choose me as the only trustworthy person in the world through whom he might distribute his millions to the needy children of the world. Quick, I thought, I must send him my bank details.
Unfortunately, 'Mr Lary', the English expat in Dubai with the stack of money and the generous death-bed urges, stopped corresponding with me after a while. Although he did send me a picture of himself at the computer, in the hospital. Just to prove that he was bona fide. Maybe I insulted him when I asked him to send a picture of himself with the words 'I am not spam' on his forehead.
Oh well, plenty more fish in the sea.
Meanwhile, as part of my ongoing spam research, an experiment.
1. Take a completely new, unused email address, say big_spam_experiment@yahoo.co.uk.
2. Post it on a website that gets a bit of traffic. Thus.
3. Sit back and see how quickly the spam flows in.
