Friday, 3 June 2016
The Phone Call from Hell - Part One
Saturday, 1 June 2013
Nigerian Scammers Part 3
So, we’ve come to the end. This is the final instalment of my adventure with the Nigerian Scammer, Robert S Dewar. So far, I have my wife tied up and drugged so that I can come to Nigeria and collect an ATM card linked to an account with $2.5 million, all for me. What else can I do?
Friday, 31 May 2013
Nigerian Scammers Part 2
Earlier, I wrote about some emails between me and the Nigerian Scammer, Robert S Dewar. If you will indulge me, I would like to continue the story.
Thursday, 30 May 2013
Nigerian Scammers FTW
I love getting email. Really, I do. Those little packets of goodness can sometimes lead us on an a once in a lifetime adventure. And so it was for me recently, when I got an email from a Nigerian scammer by the name of Robert S Dewar.
Wednesday, 2 November 2011
The day Barack Obama almost had me arrested - Part VI
Monday, 31 October 2011
The day Barack Obama almost had me arrested - Part V
Saturday, 29 October 2011
The day Barack Obama almost had me arrested - Part IV
Thursday, 27 October 2011
The day Barack Obama almost had me arrested - Part III
The day Barack Obama almost had me arrested - Part II
I suppose i should mention the difference in temperature between Sydney and Rochester in February. A typical day would see the temperature in the 30s in both cities, the only difference being the scale used to measure it.
Wednesday, 26 October 2011
The Day Barack Obama almost had me arrested
In February 2009, I had the pleasure of travelling to the United States as the representative of my employer to take part in a 4 day global conference. It was only the second time I had ever been to the USA, so I was excited as you might expect. My destination was Rochester, New York.
Tuesday, 25 October 2011
The Day I Almost Broke the Law
One day, I was driving to university. It was 1993, but that's about all I remember. It could have been any of the four seasons, though i do recall that the day was overcast. The day itself is not important, but as I type some details are slowly coming back to me. It's weird how the human mind works like that.


