NOT to be over dramatic about things, but I had the most frustrating day of my life last week.
I woke up to phone calls that just did not stop and more than 150 emails, all from people concerned, or otherwise, about me being stuck with my family in the Ukraine. Apparently I needed each email recipient to send me £2000.
This, of course, was nonsense, my email account had been hacked, the most irritating thing that can happen to you in this highly efficient cyber-world in which we live. I spent the rest of the day answering concerned emails and calls. On top of all of this, these hackers seem to have wiped all my contacts. I’ve tried to let everyone know I am safe and to use my other email address. However, who knows who else they will hack of my contacts?
I worry people are annoyed at me for letting this virus go round; I have no way of knowing how many people it will affect. I had lots of personal messages and teasing on Facebook, too. It just makes me want to go back to the days of ordinary postage mail.
Later that day I had a lunch meeting with my very good friends Mark Mackie of Regular Music, Pete Irvine of Unique Events and the Evening News’ own Liam Rudden.
We discussed the exciting news of the Usher Hall centenary celebrations, specifically The Gilded Comedy Gala.
I am not sure if it was because I was frustrated with not getting a word in edgeways or the stupid day I’d had that far, but towards the end of the meeting my front eye tooth fell out and left me looking like some kind of demented witch.
I felt like one by this time and I was ready for tears. Luckily my lovely dentist fixed me up right away.
So the moral of this story is don’t get hacked, or you are liable to get very hacked off.