At least, I got a couple of emails from a legitimate British company doing some sort of photo shoot today. Two different people; I assume that they were giving the wrong email address, or something. In flagrant disregard of apparent Internet protocol I did not immediately roll with it for the entertainment value, mostly because I am not actually an asshole* and these people are trying to run a business. I merely told them nicely that they had the wrong address, they said sorry, and it was all good.
Although — and this is what makes it interesting — I saw a photo of the dude that they thought that they had, and danged if the guy didn’t look a bit like me, and a bit like my dad. The hair in particular; I recognized the hairstyle right away. I guess a branch of my paternal line moved to England instead of America, back in the day? Wouldn’t surprise me: as Robert Anton Wilson noted, the English love the Irish, as long as we’re not actually in Ireland.
OK. There was nothing more earth-shattering than that.
*No, really! At least not to people who didn’t take a slap at me first. Don’t start nothing, won’t be nothing, and all that.