Jamie Wilson finds that all personal data can be had - for a modest consideration. We meet in a small and anonymous Italian restaurant just off Bond Street in central London. At a table in the corner, tucked away behind plastic plants, we talk business. "Target?" I hand him an embossed business card with a name, a company, and two telephone numbers printed on it. He places it on the table in front of him, takes a sip from a glass of beer and turns towards me. "So," he asks slowly. "What product do you want?"