The standard cover letter produced by a white-labelled version of Trigold's Prospector software lets down the system's hi-tech image. The cause? That most human of errors, a spelling mistake. One broker tells Mole: “I don't send the automatically-produced cover letter to my clients because it has the exotic word 'consititute' in the first paragraph instead of the more everyday 'constitute'. There are also a few random capital letters and missing full stops. They've been there a while but I didn't have the heart to say anything.” Mole of course, has no such qualms. Trigold fixed the errors and a spokesman tells me: “We're grateful to be told such things.” Glad to be of service.
They are both fam-ously hirsute, but the resemblance just about ends there. News that the Virgin that was is to swap a billionaire entrepreneur for, um, a speaking dog, had Mole's furry ears twitching last week. After building an empire on the back of Richard Branson's brand, VirginOne is to drop the bearded one from its adverts to make a hound called Hector the star of its ads. Now Mole is obviously too young to remember, but more stately occupants of the burrow tell me that Hector's House was a successful 1970s kiddie programme. Copyright must have been cheap then.
Mole was a little shocked on hearing that MPLC's Peter Beaumont had declared himself “on the wagon” for the whole of January. Bongo's also promised Mole that if anyone catches him falling off, he'll cough up £250 for the NSPCC and £100 for each subsequent offence thereafter – a healthy packaging fee in anyone's eye. “Seriously, I'm not going to drink in January,” the tight-fisted one told Mole. “I do the same every year and I'm willing to put money on it.” But will Bongo manage to pull it off? Seems unlikely.
“He didn't mention being teetotal,” my MPLC insider tells me. “There's no way that's going to happen. Trevor Pothecary will kill him if he doesn't drink anything on Burns' Night!” Chalk up £1,000 to the NSPCC.
Speaking of mugs Mole had the pleasure of MPLC's company the other week to watch Man City crash out of the FA Cup against mighty Liverpool. Mole was quick to take up the offer of a £20 bet with MPLC's Pete Thomson. The ardent City fan actually believed his sky blue “warriors” actually stood a chance and Mole was more than happy to deprive the head of sales of his supposedly hard-earned cash. Within 60 seconds in the second half, Liverpool won a penalty when Foe rose to block a Smicer cross, allowing Danny Murphy to fire the Reds through to the fourth round. It was a desperate piece of luck for Foe and for poor old Pete who had to brush the cobwebs from his wallet at full time. Tickets to watch Liverpool obliterate Crystal Palace to the usual address.