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I came across this in the paper 18 mouths 2 years ago, but in USA.

Basicly someone knocks at you door and says something like "My car has broken down, can I use the phone"

You being the good all round egg say yes and let the person in, and use the phone.

They dial a number and away they go talking asking for help. The person they want is in a meeting, and they turn to you asking if it's ok if they hang on. You say yes. Eventually the problem is sorted and they thank you, maybe even offer to pay for the phone call. What's 10p to you so you say no.

In a couple of months the phone bill lands on the mat and there is a phone call for £200/£250

What 'appened was... the person phoned a very high priced phone line and took the money via your account.

Daft thing is YOU invited them in YOU invited them to use the phone.
So the actual crime is deception, not straight forward stealing.

It has been found to be opperating in the West Yorkshire police area, but it could easily spread.

And a month after or more... what description can you give of the person?

Lends your phone mate!!!!!!

SyY

This has been dealt with before and as before i will say the same thing




The maximum premium rate charge is £1.50 a minute.
And no police force has ever given out a warning of such.

j90

Check out this link if you want proof http://www.snopes.com/inboxer/scams/phone.htm

OK J90, But as my phone calls do not amount to any more than a few pence, cos I'm a piso type!!

But never the less at £1.50 per min then it is a fair bill.

As I said I had come across it in the paper as happening in USA, but this was sent to me in good faith, and so knowing that like myself,there are several people living out in the country, I put it on as a word of warning to others.

Thank you though for your very informative explanation.

I will now go and look up the afore mentioned web site.

SyY

Thank you J90, a very interesting site, and worth while reading.

SyY

Joe, gently does it, one day soon you may not believe what an instructor is telling you and respond with your characteristic "Thats a load of bollocks". Whereupon life will take on a whole new meaning; colours will change hue, others will appear to move in slow motion and there won't be enough hours in the day. Be afraid, be very afraid

A salutary warning re Yorkie's phrase "all round Good Egg",
recently,a young member of the Organisation (& I use the term in its widest possible sense) for which I work,realising he was late for lunch & the Canteen had stopped serving,made an impassioned plea to the female West Indian cook for some scran,she .... being a good soul obliged with Beans on Toast .
The lad in question thanked her profusely,ending with "You're a Good Egg,Mary"!

He was subsequently taken to task by a member of Senior Management for Using "innapropriate words" .... it was construed that "Good Egg" could Rhyme with "Egg & Spoon" ... which in turn could be "percieved" as "Coon"!

Quite how this twisted logic works,escapes me but I assure you,it really did happen .... so beware .... "They" are watching & listening !
I think it says a lot more about the "Accuser" than the "Accused" !

The sight I put a link to is very good for checking the crap you get sent on the net just have a look in the catogries and nearly every e-mail scam you have been sent is there

j90

I have an input, but sadly , I`m too tired.
Have been on the phone to somebody who lives eight hours in the future.

Depressed? Elated? F&*k knows, I`m off to my pit.
Aye.

That'll be a touch of Pre Marsupial Tension creeping in prior to your departure. Noticed any odd rashes, do you suffer hot flushes (tropical moments) do tinnies take longer than normal to consume. All sure signs.

I am sure its no real problem but just went to visit the site suggested by J90 and the virus police on my machine screamed all over the place and put up a safety net? Just thought you might be interested.
I must have missed something because J90s 1st message doesnt make sense to me?

As for the phone scams - I have a block on all premium numbers on my line (free service) it prevents the kids and any visitors abusing the phone. Likely stop the sort of thing Yorkie was referring to as well.

Ref my last, much more alert now, thank you.
Some years ago, I was a G.F. on a large site in Central London. We employed about thirty labourers on the site and each morning I gave the Ganger the days tasks, which took ten minutes. This left me free to manage my real task, which was the envelope of the building(it`s skin) and the transformation of the shell into a finished building. A fair command task, let me assure you.
Most of the labradors were English or Irish and the going rate was about six squid an hour. An Indian outfit promised to do the work for three quid per hour. As accountants now run my industry, the fact that none of these guys spoke English was not a factor.The Indians got the job.
My life was transformed, overnight. It took all day to manage the Indians and left ten minutes to manage everything else.
I used to sack the most useless ones on a daily basis and eventually ended up with a crew who could speak at least Pidgin English.
During this time, I aquired two nicknames.
The Asian lads called me "Clock off, f@#k off" and the Irish lads called me "Dances With Wolves"( because most of my time was spent with the Indians!)
We employed one guy as a hoist driver/labourer. And my brief to this guy was that when he wasn`t driving his hoist he was to visit every floor and make sure that the landing point on each floor was kept spotless. Not an unreasonable request.
The problem was that he was a lazy bastard.
Warned him once, then gave him an ultimatum, then gave him the good news. He needn`t come to work, tomorrow. Clock off and f&*k off.
Switched on kiddy. Straight round to the Acton Black and Asian Group and tells his sorry tale of racial abuse and victimisation from yours trully.
Next day he turns up with his solicitor, several members of the Acton mob and some twat who came from the C.R.E.(I think.)
My boss shits himself and, for their benefit, tries to give me a dogging on the site radio. Rather surprisingly, I was having none of it.
"But, Harry, what shall we do?"
" tell them to find to find anybody who gives a f&*k, and tell them."(Diplomacy was always my strong point )
The site radio had about thirty five users who were all pissing themselves listening to my responses.
Eventually, I was summonsed to the office to explain my action, before the possie took us to court and my bollocks were hung up to dry(Really?)
Went in there and listened to as sorry a tale of this poor downtrodden hard working immigrant who just wanted a fair days pay for a fair days work as you can imagine. The villain of the piece was non other than your hero, of course, and it was spelled out exactly what my prospects were.
"Might I be permitted a response" I asked. Yes, fair enough, you`re guilty anyway.
On the radio I summoned the new Indian Gangerman, Muhktar. Recently promoted by moi.
Slightly differant tale emerges of a caring boss concerned for the safety of non English speakers. Allways took time to see that the labourers were sorted as far as welfare and protective equipment were concerned.Not quite the racialist thug, then.
"Yes, yes, but tell us the circumstances in which this man was picked on and sacked for being Indian"
"No Sir, Mr Harry no sack for being Indian, oh no Sir. Mr Harry sack him for being lazy cult"
What no one in the office had realised was that I had my radio on transmit all through this abuse of my human rights, passing itself of as an enquiry, and when old Muhktar blew their case away the cheers from over two hundred guys warmed my heart not a little.
"Sorry about that, Harry" says my gaffer, as we left his office.
"F&*k off, you spineless w@#k" says I, still on transmit, to further rapturous applause.
Moral of my saga? Have the courage to stand up to the "it`s only cause I`m black/ scouse/ welsh" routine.
Just make sure you have a credible witness.

Aye, Harry, cruel but fair

Further to my last, and Robs post:-

I`ve been around the world a couple of times, or maybe more,
I`ve seen the sights and had delights on every foreign shore,
But when the mates all ask me the land that I adore, I tell them right away,
Give me a home amongst the Gum trees, with lots of Plum trees
A sheep or two, a Ka Kangaroo
A clothesline out the back, a Verandah out the front
And an old rocking chair.

There`s a Safeways on the corner and a Woolies down the street,
And a brand new place they`ve opened up where they regulate the heat,
But I`d change it all, tomorrow, for a simple Bush retreat
Where the Kukaburras call

Give me a home, etc.

Talk about Corps Pissed, I`m Oz Pissed. I can smell the Eucalypts.

Soon, Harry, soon.

Talk about "Hurry up and wait"

Aye

D'yer know this one "H" ?

When I was a young man,I carried me' pack,
I lived the free life of the Rover.
From the Murray's green basin to the dusty Outback,
I waltzed my "Matilda" all over.

Then in 1915,me' Country said,"Son
Its time to stop ramblin'
There's work to be done"
So they gave me a tin hat and gave me a Gun,
And sent me away to the War.

And the band played "Waltzing Matilda",
As the ship pulled away from the Quay
And amid all the tears,flag wavin' and cheers
We sailed off to Gallipoli.

Oh its well I remember that terrible day,
When our blood stained the sand and the water
And how in that Hell,we called Suvla Bay,
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter.

Johnny Turk,he was ready,
He'd primed himself well
He rained us with Bullets
And he showered us with Shell
And in five minutes flat
We were all blown to Hell
He nearly blew us back home to Australia.

And the Band played "Waltzing Matilda"
When we stopped to bury our slain,
We buried ours
And the turks buried theirs
Then it started all over again.

Those that were living just tried to survive
In that mad world of blood,death & fire
And for three weary weeks
I kept myself alive,
While the corpses around me piled higher.

Then a big Turkish shell
Knocked me arse over head
And when I awoke in me' Hospital bed
And saw what it had done,
I wished I was dead
I never knew there were worse things than dying.
For to hump Tent an' Pegs
A Man needs both legs
No more "Waltzing Matilda" for Me

They collected the wounded,the crippled,the maimed
And they shipped us back home to Australia
The armless,the legless,the blind,the insane,
Those proud wounded Heroes of Suvla.

And when the ship pulled into Circular Quay,
I looked at the place where me' legs used to be
And thanked Christ there was no one there waiting for me
To mourn or to grieve or to pity.

And the Band played "Waltzing Matilda",
As they carried us down the gangway
But nobody cheered,they just stood there and stared
Then they turned all their faces away.

And now,every April
I sit on my porch
And I watch the Parade pass before me,
I see my old Comrades,how proudly they march
Dreaming the dreams of past Glory.

I see the old men,all tired stiff and worn,
Those weary old Heroes
Of a forgotten war
And the young people ask
"What are they marching for" ?
And I ask myself the same question.

And the Band plays "Waltzing Matilda"
And the old men still answer the call,
But year after year
The numbers get fewer
Someday,no one will march here at all.


Certainly makes you think,eh ? ....

Someday No One Will March There at All

Sadly that day arrived earlier this year when the last known
Anzac veteran of Gallipoli died.....My Ex-pats weekly torygraph
reported he was given a full military funeral with all the bells
and whistles.

Great Song, Bloody terrible military cock-up!

Lest We Forget.

Dave B.

Thanks for that info Dave ... I wasn't aware that the last veteran had passed away.

That song immediately sprang to mind when I heard Blur (hanging out of Dubyas fundamental orifice) talk about "Paying the Blood price" & "Being there when the shooting started" .... pity He won't be !

Gallipoli was a dreadful Military cockup & the one these two Cults are "lining up" shows all the signs of becoming another !