Actually, what I wanted to tell you all is that I now have access to your emails because someone on your email address book, in some cases you yourself have forwarded them to me.
When you want to send funny emails on, please consider the privacy of other people. Your email program has a three buttons: To, Cc and Bcc. On Hotmail you have to click a button that says to show two of them, but they are there.
When you put an email address in the To section, absolutely everyone else that gets that mail then gets to see everyone else's email address. They then forward the mail on to other people. Do you really want your email address going off to strangers who could use it for unscrupulous means?
Cc stands for Carbon Copy. It's really quite the same as the To section in as much as all the people you put in there will also know now that mail has been sent to all of them.
By far the safest option is Bcc. It stands for Blind Carbon
Copy. It should look for all the world as if you were the only one who
got this mail. Actually, there are a huge number of people I have sent
this on to and I got every single address from a 'Wow isn't this
great!!!' style email that had been forwarded to me.
So, what can you do to stop people sending you mail you don't want, selling your address to porn bots or subscribing you to newsletters you don't want to know about?
When you get a mail that is just so good you have to share, there are simple steps to breaking that chain. By the way, speaking of chains, just because an email screams 'SND ME TO 8 PPL NW OR NVR FND TRU LV!!!' - do you really think that's true? Looking through the forwarded mail I get, I think it is. It isn't. Break that chain!
1. Delete any emails showing in the body of the email.
2. Be brave - take off anything that says send me to however many people 'or else'.
3. Send it to all your mates, but use the Bcc: box.
Why not try your new skills with this email? Teach everyone on your address book how not to pass on your email.
Lizz
On the anniversary of Agatha Christie's death, I'd like to share a quote attributed to her which makes an awful lot of sense...
The secret of getting ahead is getting started.
How many of us make plans but never actually get round to that first step?
Today I got my first good look at KT's van after our trip to collect the boys from Northampton.
It. Is. Filthy.
I kind of thought it would be; after all, the Great British Winter is wet and sticky and mucky. During the trip I twice had to clean off the lights. We had to stop at least five times so I could throw screen wash at the windscreen as the wash from the bottle had frozen in the pipes. KT accidentally set the wipers going before the wash had been sloshed on on one occasion and remarked how much dirt slipped off the screen before the wash cleared it. The next time we stopped, he did the wipers to show me and I got to see the lovely thick line of dirt slowly run dun the screen. Ick.
So, why don't vehicles have mud flaps anymore? Seriously, any time it's getting warm you are almost always guaranteed small stones will be chucked up by the vehicles in front. When it's freezing cold you get the grit that's supposed to stop ice forming flung at you. When it's wet, you get wet stones, dirt from the roads, all assorted other crud that's lurking, just waiting to be slingshot by some rubber to bounce off something else.
Bring Back The Mud Flap!
Whizzing between the hard knocks of the 1970's playground to the present day, this story shows that reputations gleaned from actions and misinterpretations when you were at school may well be completely wrong.
Involving cliques, races to be first, sadistic teachers and a bodged attempt to get rid of two murder victims, the reasons behind the crimes are more twisty then you at first suspect.
(A) A Tale Etched In Blood And Hard Black Pencil by Christopher Brookmyre.
(D) Dear Fatty by Dawn French
So Graham Norton is presenting another Andrew Lloyd-Webber search-for-a-star style programme on the good ol' Beeb. In You Country Needs You, we have wannabes singing to be the winners with the prize of singing a Webber-Lloyd compostion for Eurovision 2009.
We don't need this kind of Saturday night telly, partly because it's pants and Webber-Lloyd will choose whoever he wants anyway. What the UK needs to be able to win Eurovision is a whole new set of borders and to join alliance with Russia and it's former states - everyone knows it hasn't been a singing competition for decades.
I've just deleted a whole heap of comments that were nothing more than linkage to porn sites. I'm sure there are more lurking in there somewhere! With this in mind, I've set commenting so I have to approve them. Please, if you're one of my neighbourhood, don't let this put you off commenting if you want to - it just means one more click to you.
Thanks!
Operation Stack has just been announced for the port. This basically means that there is, or will be bad weather and that the Port of Felixstowe is shut to all new traffic, so it uses one of the local roads as a giant lorry park.
Usually when this happens it's because it's windy. There's not even a gentle hum of a breeze right now - the trees aren't moving at all... I wonder if they've got it right, and there's something big a-brewin'
Ok, I read about this on the front page and it sounds like a fairly fab idea. Nacwolin has made an A-Z list of books she'd like to read this year and I've decided I'm going to join in. I've no idea of which titles to read for this yet, but I'm counting Dear Fatty for my D.
This should be interesting, but unlike Nacwolin, I shan't be doing it in order - I'm not that disciplined!