Your intrepid sleuth received this posting from the Guardian. He appears to have ruffled their feathers of late.
"Can you contact me at firstname.lastname@example.org so that I can send you some information about Guardian Languages that you might like to read, check for yourself on our website and then publish?
Well Jason if you think the Inspector's brains have been so addled by fermented yak's milk that he is going to send you his IP address (for the uninitiated each email carries an IP address which is like giving someone your phone number) you are an optimistic idiot.
To send dear old Jason an email, the Inspector might as well give just him the phone number of his hotel in Pamplona.
Why don't you give me your home address, Jason, and I'll send Lady Florence McHammered around for a quick chat ;)
Dream on Jason.
By all means post a reply but try that sneaky dodge once more and your right of reply will vanish forever.
What has happened to the Guardian lately. It used to be a respected newspaper. I suspect they are a bit short of cash.
Inspector McHammered of the Lard in Pamplona, Spain