Martin Harbottle's Appreciation Of Time - Plot & Excerpts
Amount of my day wasted: five minutes. Fellow sufferers: No regulars (Saturday). Guess what I did today? On the day before my big splash on the tax-fiddling Tory and his teenage totty? Guess what I did, in the offices of the Globe? I hacked into Beth’s email. I illegally accessed her private information. Harry the Dog helped me. ‘The thing about passwords,’ he said, as the pair of us stared at the Gmail log-in page, ‘is that they’re always simpler than you think. Nobody can be bothered doing all that stuff with mixing up letters and numbers and what-have-yous. People can’t remember that stuff. Names, jobs, street names, birthday months, football teams, football players, film stars, pop stars. I’d say 99 percent of passwords fall into one of those categories. And the best thing about webmail is it gives you unlimited chances to guess. All you need is a little persistence.’ I folded my arms and looked at him.
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