I still remember the abuse I received at the hands of a scammer when I wouldn't do what he wanted. I have catalogued this at length in the past.
So when my phone rang yesterday I seemed to be speaking to someone who was desperate.
They started by telling me that I had previously asked them to phone back after 1 pm. I hadn't.
They mentioned something about investment opportunities at which point I turned off and tried to terminate the call. Problem was not for the first time my mobile was playing up and I couldn't find the requisite button and shouted at the front screen: "go away."
I had forgotten that I was still connected.
"Why do you people always treat us like animals. I'm so fed up being talked to like this by people like you" came the female voice at the other end.
I finally found the right button and turned them off before they could have another go.
I couldn't help thinking that the reason they get insulted is pretty obvious. Somebody was saying yesterday that there must be call centres throughout the country specifically set up to scam people and I reckon they aren't too wide of the mark.
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One minute you're the morning DJ at WOLD and the next you're reading the so called local news*
The good old BBC seems to have scored another own goal following their spectacular one in virtually forcing the UKs best loved radio presenter Ken Bruce out and then wondering why when he moved to another station, thousands of listeners moved with him.
I'm a nosey little bugger as you will already have gathered. When I see someone new on television I have to find out about them.
So up pops a new news reader on Look East TV
He's rather older than your usual new newsreader. So I looked him up and he was the morning DJ* on Radio Cambridge. I've never heard his radio show but apparently it was popular. Talk about putting round pegs in square holes or should that be square pegs in round holes?
Now he's reading the news on television and probably hating every minute of it. Of course that's only my supposition and I might have got this entirely wrong. All the BBC will say is it's part of a major reorganisation which I believe is their way of describing a cull.
You will notice the asterisks used. It's a nod to one of my favourite songs WOLD by Harry Chapin, the story of an ageing DJ which always seems appropriate on these occasions.
On the way to our final holiday destination we stopped off once again in Much Wenlock. It was a bright and quite sunny day to start with but we just knew that wasn't going to last. Before leaving we had a walk along the town path at Market Drayton.
We had coffee and scones and a general look round and got back to the car just as it started raining.
It wasn't a great distance to Craven Arms but the roads were flooded in places and driving was difficult.
There's a big independent supermarket at Cavendish Arms called Puffins but it seems to sell Co-op goods and so there must be a tie in. We left the shop to find a torrential downpour.
Now you wouldn't believe this by looking at my photos, most of which were taken when it was sunny. The photos are of the Market Drayton canal and Much Wenlock