Erstwhile Connoisseur Of Spam

When I was a ten-year-old boy, my father used to take me to a café in the centre of Kilkeel, County Down, which, I think, was called the Stella Maris. It was always a treat, much anticipated, because my favourite meal there was Battered Spamburger and Chips! I know, it sounds absolutely revolting now; but, in those days, things were different. I imagine it's akin to those who indulge in battered Mars Bars nowadays.

Talking of dear old Spam, my junk box in my primary email account has shown a marked decline in the number of spam emails recently. Welcome news. I had a mere one, this morning. The authorities' crackdown on the junkie pests seems to be taking effect.