Anonymous

London

Network Consultant

Once upon a time, there was a child who was born into a world of calm. In this childhood he was a michievious youth, who often told little white lies, he had a jolly time. upon his 16th birthday, he had to register to the Man at the top. Still being of a mischievious nature, he told the Man at the top his name, his age, truthfully, but gave his address and date of birth that of a friend. His friend came to the Man at the top, three weeks later, he gave his name, his age, his date of birth, but gave his address of a friend. So this continued for 20 friends. The Man at the top, being all happy at his cleverness, collated his information, and generated lists. He sent out letters to all on his lists, asking them to fill out more information. After a few weeks, The Man at the top, having had no replies, took one of his lists, and decided to visit one of the Names. He knocked on the door of the address on his list, when the door was opened, he asked the occupier why he had not answered his letter, the occupier laughed "I am not who you think I am, someone gave you my address, but I am not that someone" and the occupier shut the door. The Man at the top tried another address, then another, and so on. Lo and behold, he got the same reply from each address. This was born the mis-information. Does this sound familiar?