I spent my December in the US, reading Damon Runyon, running through the forests around Boston in sub-zero temperatures, and bingeing on Harry Potter movies with my teenage grandchildren.

I was relaxed and stress-free. That was until New Year’s Day when I awoke with a death-curse headache. It wasn’t a hangover. Nor was it exasperation with the misfiring Gunners, but rather discovering that my 15- 15-year-old X (formerly Twitter) account had been hacked and seized by a self-styled vigilante crowd called ScamSnifters. ..

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