Waiting in my inbox this morning was an email from a woman requesting urgent and personal congregation with me.
She appears to be East European though she does not specify exactly where she is from – but who the hell cares?
She begins her message in a very encouraging style:
‘Hello please. I like you introduce in perfect love life. Do you have in search for me? Your perfect lady-fire? My in whole life I find you . . .’
It is a bit wonky, I know, but we can work on the articulation later. It goes on to suggest a preliminary assignation in London, a voyage for her – my new lady-fire – that will be expensive and complex.
Of course I do not mind sending to her (or to the kind agents acting on her behalf) the initial $750 that is needed in order that she may make the necessary and complicated preparations for such an exciting expedition. It is the least I can do.
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Lady-fire? That sounds like something that needs treating with some sort of ointment. I’d stear clear, at least until you’ve had her fully checked out by the local quack.
Thanks for the good advice, Comrade Ashley.
I knew something smelled a bit fishy about it.
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