Amongst the 140+ items of junk mail I’ve received in the last 24 hours (a marked reduction on recent history – catch-alls really are bad news, in case there was any doubt), the very latest bears the line:
Subject: Rascally freight train
I rather like the idea of a freight train that’s a bit of a lad. A little bit whoa, a little bit wahey. Sneaking up on sidings and cheekily dumping 400 tonnes of aggregate on them, or progressing insouciantly slowly up a gradient with a train full of commuters champing at the bit behind it.
The junk mail is, of course, something to do with enlarging one’s penis. But at least the random generator threw up a pleasing subject line for once.