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Unusual foreign spam

I have to say, it's a relief to get a break from all those cruddy pieces of spam that I receive about the US stock market. Hardly an hour goes by at Woodford Towers without a piece of mail alerting me to a company I need to watch "like a hawk" or some ludicrous penny share that I should put on my "radar".

Do I look like some kind of complete saddo day trader?

Don't answer that question.

The point of this blog is that I've actually received a couple of mildly interesting pieces of spam from exotic foreign sources recently.

The first came from a bubbly lady called Nataly, who sends me "kisses from Russia". She's quite direct is our Nat, as you can see from the message below:

I have some questions for you if you want to get to know me closer:

1/ Are you interested in serious relations with Russian woman?
2/ Are you planning to visit Russia?
3/ Would you like to correspond or to talk by phone?
4/ Why are you interested in Russian lady?
5/ Have you ever been to Russia?
6/ What is important for you in relations and am I right for you?

Allow me to respond in order. That would be 1/ No; 2/ No; 3/ No; 4/ I'm not; 5/ Yes, although it was pretty grim; 6/ Staying on the right side of Mrs W and, er, No again, I'm afraid.

Tonight, some German spam arrived with the subject header "Lorenzo sagt, Du hast die Bilder von Deiner verflossenen ins Internet". Naturally I was intrigued and I called Mrs W over, as she lived in Germany for a year and speaks das lingo. Basically, the top and bottom of it is that they want me to post pictures of my ex girlfriends on the web at a site called "Deine ExFreundin". This all sounds a little dodgy to me. And because I'm a respectable type, I'd have to spend an awful long tracking them all down and getting their agreement.




Comments

  1. Anonymous7:49 AM

    Why you no like me Russian lady with long hair Mister Wood-ford?

    In Russia, we treat our lady's with respect, yes?

    ReplyDelete

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