I agree, Edward, but these are the people that are preyed upon, and they only have to catch them once for a damn good earner! I get loads of junk mail from people with exotic sounding names offering the most amazing deals. The latest one being if i give them my bank details they will place twenty million dollars in to my account and give me the address of the person to forward it on to. I can take ten per cent of this for my trouble. Two million dollars for doing next to nothing? Too good to be true? Of course it is! They just want my bank details so that they can empty my bloody account! But, sadly, someone will fall for it, and I repeat, they only have to catch one in a thousand and they've made their dough.
Thankfully I've never forgot my boy scout's motto.......'Be prepared!'
Probably going off topic here... Some time ago somebody used my card details to make an online purchase. The details of the company appeared on my statement. I called the company, who were on the continent, told them who I was and asked them to give me the details of the order, delivery address etc. They refused. It ocurred to me that if I'd pretended to be the thief and asked eg to verify the delivery address, I'd have had more chance to find the thieves. I mentioned this to the lady, and her silence told me I was probably right... Anyway, I got the money back from my bank, but they never explained how this could have happened. Recently I got new terms and conditions from my bank. If money gets stolen from my account, I am responsible for a maximum of £50 myself. Outrageous.
I hate sounding like a profit of doom and wish I could say that things must one day get better. But, with more people coming in to the world and less jobs to go around, more and more people will be looking for dishonest ways to make money. Even as I write, scores of dodgy individuals are no doubt beavering away trying to devise the next scam. As technology advances, so does the skill and cunning of the scammers. My future son-in-law had a call recently from his card provider asking if he'd been to Dubai recently, as a purchse from there had been made with his card details. He hadn't, but thankfully it ultimately cost him nothing apart from the initial worry and the agravation of having to have his card and pin changed. We just have keep our wits about us at all times.
O.M.G! That's what happens when old f**ts like me have a lot to say and type in haste. It should of course read, 'prophet.'I do like your comment though and only wish I was that imaginative! I also wish that was my only error. Having looked back over some of the stuff I've posted I've had to groan at the spelling and typing errors. Still, so long as it's legible I guess it's acceptable.
(Notice I said 'legible.' I would never go so far as to say 'readable.')
When I read your story you made me feel how I changed since I've come to London, basically a lot more cynical if any stranger accosts me in the street for any reason.
I hope you haven't experienced anything similar since August.
I used to live a low rise red brick block of flats by the Oval. One summer morning I awoke to find the flat denuded of portable electrical kit, biciycles and keys and a wooden ground floor kitchen window prop leaning against the bedroom door.
A few days later I saw a couple of black children with my and my (not then) ex bicycles. I demanded them back and they said I'd have to ask their5 dad. So they lead me to a neighbouring block where dad was and I told him I was talking the bikes back and asked him for the rest of my clobber. He denied knowledge of the rest of it course and had the cheek to ask for something for the "kids". I of course refused and said the police would have alternative views.
Anyway I got at least the bikes back. Ho hum to the rest.