No shit! I was so excited to open up my Junk Mail box and see an email from Mr. Northam. I’ve been a fan of his since before Emma. And, since he’s been on my Fantasy Five for years, my husband would have had no grounds for complaint had Mr. Northam been attempting to set up an assignation with me.
Turns out he was just trying to sell me some Viagra – to be entirely accurate, some ‘vI@gRa!.’ Despite his very posh voice, I’m sorry to report that his spelling and puncuation were terrible.
Very disappointing.
