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How I long for the day when you’d get spam from the Nigerian guy. Remember him?

When you compare his spam to some of the junk that lands in your inbox these days, you begin to appreciateĀ  the Nigerian guy’s spams and scams. The Nigerian guy understood the meaning of the word decency.

His emails were courteous and well-constructed. He explained his tale of woe and then politely asked for your banking details so he could unlock his fortune. If you gave him that, he would rip you off.

Of course, this was criminal, but caveat emptor. You don’t give out your banking details over the internet.

I don’t hear much from the Nigerian guy anymore. Maybe he gave up on me. We were never going to be able to do business, but I still miss him.