Holy Moly! Leaked usernames and passwords!

Popular gossip website Holy Moly has just had a bit of a revamp.

And they've had a raffle with people's personal information while they're at it.

Allow me to explain. For starters, they took the website down entirely for a week, replacing it with a webpage with a countdown. This seems like a bit of a schoolboy error considering the amount of revenue they must pull in through advertising, plus all Google search links go through to a text-only rubbish 404 message that doesn't tell you anything.

This aside, they've commited a much larger schoolboy error.

I got the email through saying:

We've had a bit of an overhaul at Holy Moly!

As well as a fresh lick of paint and a whole raft of new things to click on, we've moved house to www.holymoly.com

Everyone’s password has been reset and some of your usernames may have also changed slightly.

Great eh?

No. Not great. The new username and password they've given me is nothing like my old one. That's because IT'S NOT MINE. IT'S SOMEBODY ELSE'S. What they have done is leaked someone else's personal information in an email sent to me.

I'll be bringing this to the account holder's attention, but the fact remains that this has to be the biggest screwup I've ever seen outside of someone I know emailing the same person three thousand times instead of sending an email to three thousand different people.

So well done Holy Moly! You've set yourself up for a bit of a fall there!

The schoolboy error

I commit a few errors of a schoolboy nature, but I thought that this one deserved the label about as much as any other error I've made.

As I have described in many other posts, our office building has a communal toilet consisting of 3 stalls. It's very intimate, and on occasions, very crowded.

One day, I walked into the toilet to be greeted by the most hideous stench coming from a newly vacated stall.

Without even thinking about the consequences, I exclaimed "Jesus Christ! That's disgraceful!".

I hear uncomfortable shuffling, and look to my left to see that one of the other stalls is occupied, and the occupant clearly believes that my comment was directed toward him.

I wasn't hanging around to cope with the awkward silence at the sink situation, so left sharpish.

You get the idea though.