Many moons ago The Diary told the tale of a how your correspondent received a supposedly anonymous email waxing emotional about all the good work a certain partner was doing for her City firm, an email that was soon revealed – after literally two seconds of basic investigation – to be from the partner herself.
She had, a little unfortunately, used her real name when setting up the sender’s not-so-untraceable Hotmail account, meaning her claims to have brought in all the firm’s major clients and enhanced its international standing through sheer force of will were about as convincing as the result of a BBC phone-in.
