[jambutty]

But I am a little guy SPUGGIE J and shrinking rapidly too. I reckon that by the time that I am 805 I will be just three inches tall.

Sunday lunch? OK then! But you will get a bowl of gravy and some bread and butter and a picture of the lamb shank to look at.

My name, address and telephone number is in the phone book entwisi. My name and address is on the Electoral Register, which like the phone book is open to public scrutiny. My name, address and phone number is known by my doctor, bank, hospital, DSS or whatever they call it now, not forgetting various government departments, insurance companies as part of an almost endless list ending with the postman who delivers my mail.

It is highly unlikely that anyone would be able to steal my identity from just my name and address.

Hate mail? Bring it on. It, like junk mail, wouldn’t bother me one single jot. And of course it would keep the Royal Mail in business.

The only effect it would have is to fill my waste paper sack quicker.