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This Guardian piece hits very close to home at the moment. If I hear this on my voicemail again, I think I’ll scream:
Hi there. My name is David Williams. I’m calling you because one of my colleagues has been trying to get hold of you because someone in your household entered our draw last year and we’ve been trying to let you know you’ve won a major prize.
I didn’t think anyone would be silly enough to actually call them back, though. Obviously I’ve misjudged the great British public once again.