It’s pretty obvious from the mail in my in-box that I’m getting older.
Hidden in the mass of spam mails from ‘Sacha’ who want’s me to rub her tits, and ‘Eric’ who seems to think I need Viagra, are the mails giving me huge discounts on, for instance, a Stannah chair lift, or advice on investing wisely for my funeral expenses etc.
Will you please stop!? I fully realize that all my personal information is available on the Internet – despite lying about my age I still log onto certain sites and am welcomed by « Happy sixtieth birthday Ian » – like I REALLY want to be reminded.
Every couple of days, in amongst the mails suggesting I sign up to learn English, or a super buy one get one free on packets of absorbant panty liners, I get a useful mail – but with so much dross, I rarely actually see the stuff I want to read – I work so hard trying to delete the rubbish before it fills my computer that I often inadvertently zap everything, including the good bits.
Someone recently calculated how much electricity was used to send an e-mail. Multiply this by the amount of useless mail I alone receive and I’m pretty sure you could pay the electricity needs of a small village. Further multiply this by the millions of people receiving the same, if not more, useless mail and I’m pretty sure we wouldn’t really have an energy crisis if we were to find a way to banish these damn mails…
Get’s one thinking…