I Need to Send a Message Out About All These E-Mails... Martin Naylor

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EXCITEDLY and, it transpired, foolishly, a little flutter came into my heart. Seven messages eh? Whoever could it be trying to contact me? Might it be a mate asking me if I fancied a pint before the match that afternoon? Could one of them be from my dad filling me in as to how his latest bowls tournament went (that's as exciting as e-mails from my dad get)? Maybe one of them is from the National Lottery asking me why I haven't claimed my Euromillions prize? Alas, it wasn't to be. The first five were from online shops informing me what bargains were on offer in their pre-Christmas sales.

The next one was from Facebook asking me to pick my football winners for the day (I never subscribed to this, I don't even gamble) and the final one, which genuinely turned out to be the most interesting, was a notification alert telling me that the Ilkeston Advertiser were now following me on Twitter. Crestfallen, I looked over at my wife who was checking her e-mails on her mobile phone. She'd had one message from a mate asking if we were going to her birthday party at the weekend, another from her mum with a joke attached and another from her brother in the USA with his Christmas present wish-list.

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I Need to Send a Message Out About All These E-Mails... Martin Naylor

I was jealous. Fifteen years ago, when I first heard of this mysterious e-mail, thing I would get ...

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