began wagging about 11 pm on the Saturday.
Ellen up to, furtively tapping on the door to Vlad’s room? Did it cause
her hurried departure from the conference?
time, opinion was divided, but one thing seemed clear: Vladimir Pissimov,
King of All the Urals, was acting as host to this little meeting, and
possibly also as instigator thereof.
As for the Chairwoman of the Reserve Bank of Columbia, Ellen Greenback —
well, her attendance at the Colloquium Oeconomicum was no last-minute
decision, even if her arrival at Vlad’s door might have been. To those
in the know, it had been long intended that she should appear at the
Plenary Session on Saturday morning, almost as if by afterthought. As
the organisers had predicted, she got a thunderous reception, but
declined all sweet talk to say something fiscally profound. Her moment
would come on Sunday.
have, if that clandestine Saturday night meeting with Vlad hadn’t taken
did Vlad want with Ellen in the middle of the night?
day the specifics have been shrouded in mystery, but now for the first
time the truth can be revealed. It was nothing more or less than Vlad’s
pressing need for advice on how to eliminate all the junk email he was
getting — miracle cures, bogus charities, Nigerian money-making schemes.
Greenback, it turns out, was a closet nerd — you know, they’re the types
who can be seen on Sundays at your local computer market, but who rarely
show themselves at any other time or place — and she knew all about
email spam filtering.
ought to do is make a spam donation. I . . .”
ears, this sounded like it was about to develop into a quite different
sort of suggestion, and he insisted that Ellen remove herself from his
room, and preferably from the conference.
Ellen: all she wanted to do was explain about her favourite Web site,
think of it, you Bikwil readers should check it out yourselves.