How one careless click on an innocuous email put me on Putin's hit list
I got hacked this week. Having managed to keep my technological maidenhead intact for over 25 years, my defences slipped last Monday, resulting in a thorough ravishing by a computer Casanova who didn't even have the grace to tell me his name.
It began as just another grey January morning as I powered up the laptop and began deleting away the usual spam gathered over the weekend. But clearly my first coffee wasn't strong enough for me to see through the dubious charms of the digital Don Juan lurking by my keyboard when I came across a message designed to stop me in my tracks: 'Free film & box set downloads'. We all have our frailties, mine being movies, and, like the teen queen who accepts that one vodka too many at the disco, I did the unthinkable and pressed the nuclear button marked 'accept'.
Welcome to online hell, as I became the latest addition to a global 'clickbait community' measured in the millions. Like a purse snatch, the full fallout of being hacked takes a while to properly sink in. Later that day, the receptionist at my gym smiled in greeting: "Gran Canaria, eh? We all wondered what you did." Slightly puzzled, I passed on to the rowing machines, thinking little.