Tim Gossage

Oh, what a disaster.

What a disastrous week it's been, chaps.

And I am ashamed and I'm fooled by my own behaviour and I'm very regretful and remorseful.

What happened, Goss?

Bottom line was I was just sitting here.

I got a message on Twitter.

I don't normally get too many Twitter direct messages.

And I got one from a bloke called Boo Bailey.

He's a cartoonist up there in Sydney.

And he said, I've entered some competition.

Can you vote for me?

I ignored it.

And then the next day I'm sitting there at my laptop and it came again.

It was so genuine.

It said, hey, mate, have you had a chance to get onto such and such?

I clicked on it, and from that time onwards, my life just changed.

They got in, changed my passwords, got into my bank, got into everything they could possibly get into.

It was a disaster, and everyone who I followed got the same message, and some were smarter than others, and some were Sammy Edmund.

No, but we got in quickly because of, as Joey Benja, who hit me up on Facebook, and I was reluctant to even speak to him.

Because I've got plenty of offers from faraway places with no followers and no likes.