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Subject: What If You Died Tomorrow?

Is the subject heading of a spam email I just received. Unfortunately, as with most spam these days, the subject heading bears no relation to the contents of the mail (a devilishly intelligent trick, of course, as I for one will only buy that penis enlargement I’ve been after if it is advertised in an email with the subject heading “Re: Your Details”).

Anyway, so this email wasn’t actually about what it pretended to be about, and it didn’t provide any answers to the existential questions it inevitably raised. What If [I] Died Tomorrow? Well, perhaps it’s a chilling death prediction, but I think the main consequence of my untimely death tomorrow would be that there would be no one around to delete the torrent of pointless, frustrating and annoying spam pouring into my hotmail account on a daily basis.

Since you asked, like.

Update: Experiment

Thinking further about the whole spam issue, I want to try a small experiment to see what happens when you post your email address on a publicly accessible website like this one, so here are two email addresses:

mysp_mtestaddress@hotmail.com

nosp_mplease2 [at] hotmail [dot] com

I discovered when I tried to set these up that, rather ironically, Microsoft won’t let you use the word “spam” anywhere in your email address username.

I wonder how long it will take for these addresses to get spam. Let’s wait and see.

[I have also created a third hotmail account, which will be my control address, to see how much spam you get just for having a hotmail address. I won’t be posting it anywhere or giving it out to anyone.]

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The Living, Brixton (l-r: Matt, Chris, Paul, Khurshed, Me, DanniK, Andrew)

I’m not quite sure how we ended up in London’s most overcrowded club (Brixton’s The Living) on Saturday night. Ok, that’s a lie, I know how we ended up there (I wasn’t that drunk… oh, actually, maybe I was: I did, after all subsequently have to be reminded that we’d got on the bus to get there), I’m just not sure why. At some point in the evening, a whole pile of flyers offering free entry had just magically appeared at our table, and from that point on there wasn’t really any question about it. Even the fact that it appeared to be 80s night wasn’t enough to stop us.

From what I can remember, I had a very good night. For the first two hours (well, I did start at 4) it was just me and Sally, but despite my initial fears that no one was actually going to turn up, turn up they most certainly did. They also bought me a lot of drinks (despite going to the cashpoint between the pub and the club, I was quite surprised to find the money I’d taken out was still there in my wallet in the morning; I’m not sure I can recall actually stopping drinking at any point though).

The above photo was chosen mostly for the way it encapsulates the tail end of the evening. The rest of the photos are on flickr.