Firstly, and most importantly!
If you receive an email, appearing to come from 'The Wyenot Team', usually about account details, password or something similar, please delete it without opening and it is extremely important that you do not open the attachment, which according to the text is certified virus free! It has not come from Wyenot.com and it does contain a virus!

The mail has been initiated by a low life, who is maliciously sending it out with a false '@wyenot.com' suffix in the header. I know that many thousands of copies of this email have been disseminated by the returned mail I am receiving on a regular basis. I have also received many copies of the mail myself.

There is no 'Wyenot Team' - only me. I do not issue 'Wyenot Accounts' and I certainly do not send out spam or other malicious email.

I do not believe it!
I personally find nothing more annoying than junk email, junk mail and those phone calls from people selling double glazing or time share. They do have their moments though. A few years ago, I happened to practising my trumpet when somebody selling mortgages rang, I calmly asked the caller if they could wait for a moment, put the phone down and once composed with both lungs filled to capacity, blasted the trumpet as loudly as I could into the mouthpiece of the phone. For some strange reason, the caller hung up.

A call I received the other day however, really made me wonder about the human race. Following the announcement in last week's news of the death of my mother, I answered the phone last Wednesday morning to a caller who asked, 'Is that Alan Wood of Wyenot.com?'
'Speaking,' I replied, thinking the caller wanted to talk about Ross-on-Wye or something similar. 'I realize that this is a really bad time to call you,' he continued, in a mock sympathetic voice, 'but I am from. . .'
I didn't quite catch the name of the company but imagined that it might be somebody who wanted to use the web site, so carried on listening.
'Have you thought about renewing your fascia boards and guttering recently?' he asked!

Let's just say that my short reply would have made Mum turn in her grave and that, had he been a door to door salesman, he would have discovered how successfully, with the help of a little Vaseline, twenty feet of fascia board can be taken anally, as a remedy for bad taste!