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Posted on 4 Mar 2008 at 14:59

 

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When Effing Jeff finds some unauthorised payments on his credit card bill, he calls David Robinson immediately. What he found will worry card holders everywhere.

"What's all this, then?"

"What's what?" I ask.

"These ****ing things on my ****ing bill!" says Effing Jeff. I haven't sent Jeff a bill for a few months, so I can only presume that it's not my bill he's talking about.

There are many different kinds of customer. At one extreme there's the likes of Mr Nice who, as well as always saying 'please' and 'thank you', gives you clear instructions as to what he wants and pays every bill on time. Mr Nice knows exactly what kind of work is included in his service and maintenance contract and what is not. If he needs anything that's not in the contract he says so and even asks for a bill. If it's for a lot of small items, we never send one because a bit of give and take with a good customer never hurt anyone.

At the other extreme are the custards such as Effing Jeff, who think that just because he pays a service charge for looking after the main business system he's entitled to hold me personally responsible for any technology-related malfunction in his life, whether we supplied it or not. For the sake of decency I'll leave his expletives out of any further narrative; I'm sure you can work out where most of them would go, although I'd bet your F-count would still be short of the real thing.

Fax and figures

"What bill?" I ask, mustering up all my reserves of patience. "Credit card," he says tersely. In addition to thinking that he owns us because he's a big customer, Jeff also assumes that I'm clairvoyant. "Fax me a copy," I say. Although nobody uses faxes much any more, I don't bother asking him to scan it and send the JPEG as an email attachment. Jeff doesn't do email; it requires a mastery of a number of small details. Jeff doesn't do detail. Mind you, neither does he do faxes - he gets a "girl" to do it.

"Has some ****er stole my identity?" he growls. I must say I wouldn't fancy acquiring Jeff's identity; it would be like waking up to find you'd become Bernard Manning or John Prescott.

On receiving the fax, I call him back to get the details of the problem. "It's them four in the middle," he says. In the middle of the third page of his card bill are four identical items, all for £19.99, on the same day, labelled with a reference and a phone number. "You're sure you didn't buy these?" I ask. What he said next meant yes.

So I called the number on the bill for him and asked what the charges were about. The company that answered does credit and security checks on car ownership. I was put through to the internet security person. He, in turn, looked up the transactions and said they looked odd. For a start, each one should have had the enquirer's name and address because they always follow up an online enquiry with a printed copy of the result. There was no legitimate address for these four transactions. Interestingly, he didn't say there was no address.

He thought that the enquiries, all relating to expensive kinds of car, were done by someone looking to 'clone' a stolen vehicle with a fresh identity. If you want identity details for that purpose, you need them to be accurate and for a car that doesn't have any problems, such as one with unpaid finance or an insurance write-off. It would be equally important not to use your own identity when making such a search, as the patterns would be a dead giveaway as to what you were up to.