It can’t be just me who keeps getting the same piece of spam – the Notice Of Underreported Income – its arrival seems to be expanding exponentially, as if perhaps the more times an obviously fake email arrives from HM Customs & Excise requiring to me to click on a link the more likely I am to cave in and click on it like a prize twat. Hey, I understand spam, and have written at length about it before, but this one is curious. I’ve had it 125 times since October 7, that’s 37 times yesterday, and 22 times today since midnight (compared with nine times on October 7, before they really worked out the strategy of overegging the unscrupulous-bastard pudding). It’s interesting that the same email started out being addressed from the Internal Revenue Service, then, two days ago, it switched the more UK-friendly HM Customs & Excise. I find spam and the logic behind it fascinating. The stuff that comes through in Chinese or pidgin English is easy enough to dismiss, as are the Nigerian scams, the knock-off designer watches, the lottery-win notifications and the ones promising that if I “enlarge” my “device” women will “jump in my bed.” But these punts disguised as official notification from banks and building societies are more carefully built – and in this case, apparently adjusted to suit the nationality of the recipient. (Did someone pass on the information to the evil nerds in a pizza-box-strewn shed in Iowa who send this shit out that it’s not the Internal Revenue in the UK? And if so, why doesn’t this person work for Dan Brown and help him out with his poor grasp of British culture?) I particularly like the fact that it has extrapolated what it thinks is my name (the prefix “happy” from this website’s email address, the one that attracts all the spam and has no filter) and added that word to the fake “Taxpayer ID”. It would be nice if such codes in real life had the word “happy” in them.
Sorry not to blog about anything more interesting, but I am going through one of those fraught periods where I have panicked and taken on way too much work which simply cannot be squeezed into the waking days I have available to me. Better get back to it. If only, I don’t know, some of my income had been underreported by the Internal Revenue. I can but dream.