The oddest email in my spam folder

I have just found this very odd email in my spam folder. I have cut and paste it here exactly as I received it:

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Peteet to me
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To remember it. That's all. I thinkthat is when the same
applies to mr. Spragg. He too had the.

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Always at hand fuel is not required in this warm she saw
a gentleman hasten across the churchyard, carried from sidon,
what time the broad seapath attire which in the hurried
departure had been the names of people mrs. Oliver had written
nice must jump like so many grasshoppers. It took us diamond!
the selfmade man! The social climber! Him thoughtfully.
the old butler looked white women's and little children's
by preference, being it was not credible that by pure chance
she should extra dances. He said as tenderly as he could,
contrary to my poor but earnest counsel, to rais

And that's it. I was very intrigued so i clicked where it said learn more and found that it was a link to a site which sells sex drugs. This email must be the most ambiguous and un-targeted way to advertise Viagra and penis enlargements that I have ever seen. And I've seen a lot.

My name nemesis, sort of

My name's Tony Way, here's the other (an)T(h)ONY WAY:



I'm much funnier than him!
I've come over all Dave Gorman, I'm going to find some more Tony Ways on the Google (Anthonys are also allowed, my game my rules).

Found some (2) there is an Anthony Waye who exec produced some Bond Films (that's impressive)
And there is a street in Vermont called Anthony way


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Where you can buy this frankly terrifying house. It looks like it's seen it's fair share of teenage murders and it's in a town called Killington. I'm fairly sure if I were to meet any of these people or visit this place the world would end. Only fairly sure though. Anyway this is all abit pointless as they are all Anthonys and I am 100% a Tony, it's written on my Pheonix Club membership card and everything.

Sinister Puppet submission & Jackson movie madness

A sinister puppet video has been sent to me from Ruth (thank you Ruth). This has the added bonus of being very funny as well as deeply sinister.



Keep them coming. If I get enough sent to me, I may build some sort trophy to send to the winner. There is no closing date for this informal puppet contest. I'm no Ringo Starr, you can all send me as much stuff as you want, for as long as you want.
Peace and Love, peace and love.

On another note, I've just, thanks to my good friend Steve, watched 'The Man In The Mirror - The Michael Jackson Story'. It is simply unbelievable. Best scene for me was Michael's dad having a meeting with Michael and his mother. How did they show us, the viewers, that his was dad maybe a bit overbearing and evil?
He spent the whole scene polishing an Uzi. Subtle.
I urge everyone in the world to watch this film.

It wasn't me . . .

Spotted this letter in yesterday's The Sun

"Further to your report (Aug 22) about someone who shares my name, lives in the same town and is charged with having sex with a dog. I would like to make it clear that I am not involved in the case in any way. I accept The Sun's apologies for the distress caused to me and my family due to this confusion.
Thomas Matthew Fletcher
Tewkesbury, Gloucs"

So there are two Thomas Matthew Fletchers in Tewkesbury, one a suspected dog fucker, the other, not. Problem is, I still do not know which one is or is not. The Sun should publish a picture of the innocent party with the words 'Not a suspected dog fucker' written below it. It would look something like this:


Not a suspected dog fucker

I have used a picture of Harrison Ford to make my point absolutely clear.

It's just an armpit!

I have just found out I am to be the voice of a grumpy, puppet armpit.
No change there, some might say. Some change there, i do say.

More news on this exciting development as it comes in.

Glitter baiting re-starts in earnest

The Sun's reports on Gary Glitter's release and return to Britain this week have had me captivated. They seem to love all of this a bit too much. My favourite avenue of journalism they have delved down is a handy pictorial guide to the 'Faces of a paedo'. This was the Sun's way of helping us spot Glitter in the various 'disguises' he takes on, like he is a glam rock version of the shape-shifting cyborg in Terminator 2. It even seems to claim that his famous 1972 big hair and sparkly jumpsuit combo was some kind of cunning paedo camouflage, hardly inconspicuous. In fact all of his many clever disguises (4) seem a little rubbish - bright red bandanna, black rimmed glasses and long, wispy goatee being his least likely look to help him blend in.

Well disguised or not, Glitter is going to be found where ever he tries to hide. The tabloid press scrum are making sure of that, as they chase him around the country, from bolt-hole to bolt-hole, like a frenzied, underfed pack of camera nosed hounds, chasing a bisto covered fox with legs made of chum and goose fat.