Last week sometime, someone tried to fax me three times in a row – after midnight. A couple of days later, I returned from town to find four attempted faxes in a row. I returned from a gruelling video gig today, and someone tried to fax me twice.
Only I don’t have a fax machine.
I’m tempted to get one, just so that I can get come black paper that I can form it into an endless loop and fax it back.
I told my Nigerian scammer that I needed the business proposition in Welsh, on the advice of my astrologer. I think he took me seriously, but after thrashing out exactly what Welsh was, he gave up and went to scam someone else. Guess I shouldn’t have set the bar so high