Somehow, my bank card was at least partially cloned recently, and used to transfer money to:
- GENESREUNITES (whatever that is – note the ‘S’ at the end),
- O2 – a telecoms company I don’t currently havea contract with, and
- VICTORIA COX (I don’t know anyone with, nor have I shopped at, a store with that name).
The replacement of the card obviously buggers up my genuine subscriptions – to Safari, for instance – and also means that for the moment, I’m reduced to withdrawing cash in person at a branch. So 20th century and disempowering. Modern life is great when it works, but when people break it, it becomes rubbish ever so quickly.
In other news, my beloved Dahon Piccolo appears to have developed a pair of small cracks, one on each of the leaves of the seatstay’s quick release section. This is serious, and might mean I need to have the frame replaced. Also, the rubber rim tape on the rear wheel has given up the ghost, which I discovered after a pair of flats that occurred while the bike was stationary. No cycling for me, then, until these problems have been taken care of. Bike hire is pricey.