Spam

Every so often, I enjoy a romp through my spam folder. A while ago, I was talking to a gay male friend who got lots of offers of breast surgery. At the time, I was being bombarded with Viagra ads.
We decided that they'd got us mixed up.
At the moment, it's people masquerading as banks that I don't even use trying to con me out of my bank details. I don't use internet banking partly because when I worked for a spell in a Business Resource Centre, I read all the banking mags (yes, I was very bored) which were full of stories about the banks refusal to report the massive scale of fraud to the authorities, because they thought the public would lose confidence in their security systems. That was in a pre-internet era but I can only imagine that it's even worse now.
I am also being offered a lot of tax refunds and I appear to be the Dear Friend of rather a lot of African princesses.