Rupert Goodwins' diary

Tuesday 13/02/2001There I am, working away nobly, when the computer chimes quietly and tells me there's new mail. Always a cause for celebration, even if I don't recognise the chap who sent it to me.

Tuesday
13/02/2001 There I am, working away nobly, when the computer chimes quietly and tells me there's new mail. Always a cause for celebration, even if I don't recognise the chap who sent it to me. But he's from the American operation, so at least it's not spam. Hold on, it's an attachment. Hold on hold on, it's got a .jpg.vbs extension -- could it be an email virus? Yes, it could. And so the first of the Kournikova cornucopia gets deleted. By the end of the day, my American cousins have sent me around ten of the little beasties: after five, I started to get urgent emails saying "On no account open these emails!", which in the end nearly outnumber the alien infections themselves. So, did we repay the favour? No: you could search the highways and byways of the Internet for days and not find a single pseudokornikova from zdnet.co.uk. Are we cleaner living types than the US mob? Are we all far better educated? More careful? I doubt that, somehow. No, the reason for our exemplary behaviour was the fact that we run Notes for email and the Americans -- at least some of them -- use Exchange. But we're going to standardise on one email system soon. Guess which one...