I quite like the morning ritual of deleting dozens of unsolicited emails. For one thing, the names the spammers come up with can be a work of art in itself. For another, I still entertain the vain and ridiculous hope that one day someone will offer to pay me to give up my day job and concentrate on writing.
Yesterday one in particular caught my eye. The content related to erectile disfunction, which is something no 42-year-old man wants to dwell on for any length of time. But the subject line made me think for a moment that I was getting a personal message from Mark E Smith: "Your future, pastry bag". Keep 'em coming.
