I love a good scam.

The best one is about being on a dirty weekend in Brighton. Then someone turns to you and says, "I've got some E" to sell.

You find yourself away from reality, and on a fling, and for a fleeting careless moment you nod agreement.

Then you find youself moments later unwrapping tissue paper holding a lovely Brighton beach pebble and remembering that you'd just parted with a fiver (FIVE EARTH POUNDS!)

That happened to a friend of mine.