Stalking from your own armchair
My mate used to be in the army dozens of years ago, but a couple of years ago (at the time of this tale) was working as a transport manager for a frozen goods company.

One customer he dealt with on the phone would have a laugh and a joke, and once he found out my mate was an ex squaddie always used to comment along the lines of 'You and your SAS mates aren't going to come round to mine in the small hours are you? HA ha ha ha ha ha ha etc.

The first few times were reasonably funny, but after a few months this got a bit boring, so my mate decided to do a bit of online searching. He knew the guys name, and guessed the town he worked at was the one he lived in, so decided to do a search using 192.com. Bingo! Up came not only his name, but his wifes name, his daughters name, his address....shitloads of personal stuff. (Note, you now have to pay for this full service, but it gave out mine, my wife and daughters name for free just now)

Armed with this info, he hit google earth.

Next time he got the 'SAS mates' routine he replied ' We already have.....hows your wife Janet*? I must say i like your back garden, that rockery at the bottom is very nice. Although you might like to keep an eye out on that tree next door, its very close to your fence. You wouldn't want your Amy* to walk into a low branch'

He swears blind he heard the sound of a nervous fart at that point. 'Eeerrrm. How do you know all that?'

'He who dares wins, my son. And I dared'

'Well.....make sure the delivery is on time tomorrow. Oh, i've got to go, someone in the office is calling me'

Turns out he shit himself, literally, for the next week, until my mate came clean. He stopped saying it after that though.

_{*Names made up, as I'm not that anal i can remember them. Jesus, what do you think i am, some kind of memory man}
(turtles head is touching cloth poked a dwarf on the forehead at, Sun 3 Feb 2008, 16:19, Reply)