A few days after I got warned by the government that I had to choose a pension fund or let the randomised computer choose for me (see last post) I got a letter (no stamp, but my name was on it) inviting me to contact a financial adviser. I rang up this guy and demanded to know how he knew about my private affairs. Well the letter sent to me was marked “ZUS” (the national insurance crowd) so it was an easy guess. But who was he speaking to in the Post Office that told him I had received the letter? “No one,” he said. So how did he know I had got the letter? “I’m your postman,” he replied.
Well why not take advice from the postman? He can’t be much worse than the bankers.