From: ibrahim sanni <>
Date: Sat Jun 28, 2003 15:50:10 Europe/London
To: <>
Subject: URGENT

Dear Sir

I AM MR IBRAHIM SANNI THE AUDIT AND COMPUTING MANAGER OF ECOBANK LOME TOGO WEST AFRICA, THERE IS AN ACCOUNT OPEN IN THIS BANK IN 1980 ANDSINCE 1990 NOBODY HAS OPERATED ON THIS ACCOUNT AGAIN. AFTER GOING THROUGH SOME OLD FILES IN THE RECORDS I DISCOVERED THAT IF I DO NOT REMITT THIS MONEY OUT URGENTELY IT WILL FORFEITED FOR NOTHING. THE OWNER OF THIS ACCOUNT MR BOWAZI ROY. A FORIGNER AND THE MANAGER OF PETROL CHEMICAL SERVICE, A ELECTRICAL ENGINEER BY PROFFESSION AND HE DIED SINCE 1990.

Quite why the fair City of Liverpool seems to be such a fertile source of inspiring, amusing, scary and downright ridiculous news stories is something I've never quite understood. Living in Liverpool for three years provided me with some insight, but I still can't get to grips with it.

Take yet another story from icLiverpool, for example. It's a daily read of mine, as it's nice to know what is going on in a city I used to call home.

Bus swiped by teens.

I kid you not.

You've really got to go and read this Yorkshire Evening Post article for yourself to fully appreciate the full horror of the detail.

Am I talking about another racially-motivated arson attack, or another armed robbery? Fortunately not. This is the tale of thiry-year-old man from Halifax who has changed his name by deed poll to 'Leeds Rhinos'.

In some moderately positive news, it appears that my jury service is finally coming towards a conclusion. Much to my anger and disappointment though, it hasn't come to a conclusion quick enough to allow me to make this year's Glastonbury Festival. Unfortunately, thanks to one 'experience' that I didn't choose, I'm forced to sell my ticket to an experience that I did choose.

That's life, I suppose. As people continue to correspond, "there's always next year, right?". Sorry folks, but it's not much of a consolation at the moment. It'll seem better after the weekend though, I'm sure.

Those Sainsbury's adverts with Jamie Oliver. All that shit, what a sham. About time they tripped up, then.

42 pages of fat-tongued madness

Here's a very interesting story from Liverpool's Daily Post. This is our capital of culture in 2008, don't forget folks.

"Takeaways are playing songs by Elton John and Westlife to clubbers in a bid to stop fights breaking out in the early hours."

Frankly, this is quite amusing.

You have to spare a thought from GMTV weather person Andrea McLean, who had a bit of a Kleenex moment this morning on live television. I always thought it better to laugh these things off...

Thanks to J K Rowling, I'm a millionaire again. It's a shame that while I've earned an imaginary

Washing up. It has to be done. Invariably, when this task has to be done (because there's not a clean pan, plate or fork anywhere to be seen), it takes about three hours to get done.

In the kitchen, Radio 4 is my usual companion. I've never really analysed why this is, but there's not much need really. As long as "The Archers" isn't on, I'll listen to pretty much anything that's on.

This evening I listened to a thirty-minute programme called Future Labs. Science isn't my favourite subject by any means, but Radio 4 has a habit of making most subjects pretty compelling anyway - as is the case with this programme.

This may be just one Sparks album that's part of a discography going back thirty years, but this one really stands out as a album that dares to be itself and nothing else. It's a limited edition in more ways than one - whether you find the music to your tastes or not, you'd have to agree that there's very little out there to compare with this album.

Tim Henman. Fat lot of use he was. I guess we're still a little way off Wimbledon yet, and there's just no point making a play to beat the market by a few weeks in Celebdaq - it's a waste of time. The share price doesn't go up, and you'll be poorer for the dividends.

Having seen Marco Carola pair up with Adam Beyer in a top fight duet at Orbit earlier this year, I find myself in HMV flicking through the racks and come across Corola's 'Open System' LP. I've been consistenetly impressed with Carola's mixing tallent's, his ability to eak out the very best from his material is second only to a very select few. Now it's time to find out if he can cut it in the studio...

As some of you know, I was recently called up to perform jury service and I've been at court most days since the middle of April. After a week or so I was finally sworn onto the jury for a trial that, at that time, was expected to take around eight to ten weeks - much longer than the week or so average.

As you'd expect, I can't and won't cover any of the details of the trial, but at the start of the case I felt pretty lucky to have found myself party to a seemingly interesting, complex case. The long duration is a result of the nature of the offences, with numerous different witnesses and exhibits to examined in critical detail. It was pretty clear that we wouldn't be able to get to the other side of the trial without learning a lot about our subject matter!

"Statues" is the fourth and potentially final studio album from Moloko (Mark Brydon and Dublin-born Roisin Murphy).

There's a story to tell, probably told too many times now, about how Moloko came to be. Some years ago now, Brydon and Murphy happened upon each other at a party held in Mark's home city and producing base of Sheffield. The result of their chance encounter, some way down the line, was "Do You Like My Tight Sweater?". This, their first album, was titled with a quote from their first meeting. The rest, for Moloko, is history.

I spend too long sat behind my computer, and I visit a lot of websites. However, you are permitted to reap the fruits of my dubious computing habits thanks to this very weblog.

Every so often, you'll come across a site that you'd like everyone else to see.

About half an hour ago, I happened across an interesting little website called explodingdog. This guy, from the States, invites you to send in short picture captions to him. He takes some of these titles, and draws some pretty cool pictures based on his inspiration resulting from the titles.

Gay bar. Enjoy, if you haven't already.

Thanks to magic, you can now customise your browsing experience. You can opt to temporarily open in a new window any links you click, and you can play about with the colour scheme. At the moment there are just two schemes to choose from, but more will follow. Your choice of scheme is remembered by your browser. Just look for the 'Customise' menu on any page.

More advancements in pointlessness are sure to follow.

Question. What the hell is this all about? Too easy for you? Well, someone explain this to me then.

Newspaper price wars are nothing new, they've been going on for years. However, it's rare for a another company to subsidise the cost of a paper. The benefits from doing this are obvious, though - there's going to be substantial advertising of your product in the paper you're subsidising as part of the deal, and your ad will been seen by more readers as a result of the price cut.

I found it moderately amusing, then, that BT tried this trick. These things aren't cheap and, if they're to be believed, they're strapped for cash as well. However, they pressed ahead and gave The Sun their money, and all was well. Or, so they must have assumed.

Far more amusing, then, that The Mirror found out about BT's subsidy ahead of time, and cannily employed another company to do the same on the same day, negating BT's. The fanastic news is that the 'another company' is, in fact, one of BT's domestic competitors.

Prince William saves the day! Despite being warned last Friday that he had a third more column inches in one day that that week's top column-incher, the share price for the Price stayed at

The more eagle-eyed amongst you will have found that this humble website has been subjected to more surgery than Micheal Jackson of late. I am the evil surgeon, crafting away as I will. Well, it's not exactly all finished yet, but then nothing ever is, it?

All my previously ramblings have been consigned to the electronic rubbish bin in the sky, which is probably the best place for them. Over the coming weeks and months I'll be rambling on some more. Rather than commenting on my rather uninteresting existence as I did before, I'll be writing about other things. People like to read about things, and I like to write to about things. So things is what I'll write.

At the time of writing, things like the photograph gallery and other traditional website things aren't available. They'll be back in the next couple of weeks. At the moment I'm working on getting a comment system working, allowing visitor folk to make their own comments on the guff they're reading. This should be around by the end of this week.

Just this minute, it looks as the though the hot and sunny weather of the last few days is coming to a end. It's a little cooler, there's a light breeze, and I can even see a couple of clouds now. The BBC seems to think it'll be a nice week, I'm not convinced. I completely managed to waste this weekend by being sat indoors, so hopefully I'll get a second chance.

And on that bombshell... self-milking cows.