Yes, nobody save my own mother and Toby actually ventures to read my blog – and if your friends ain’t gonna read it then who is? – but I do get some interesting statistics from the little thingimyjig which analyses who is visiting the site. Someone from a place called Cheadle Hulme did apparently. It’s in Cheshire, near a place called Cheadle, which is near that place called Stockport, which is near Manchester.
I don’t know anyone from Cheadle Hulme, but my stats indicated they only stuck around for one minute and eighteen seconds. That’s enough time for them to decide they don’t like me.
In further uninteresting techy news, I shared a story on Google Reader the other day, and found that I had two ‘followers’, who theoretically follow the news stories or links I decide to share. This was the first time I had shared a story in months. I knew my trusted friend Toby was a ‘follower’, but the other person I was clueless about. Then I saw it was my ex-girlfriend. To cut an uninteresting short story into an even shorter one, I mysteriously only have one follower today. No prizes for guessing who stuck around.
Interestingly enough, someone appears to be paying the electricity bill. I’m genuinely intrigued to know who they are and why they’re doing it. Perhaps whoever owns the building is hoping someone will walk past and decide that the plot is perfect for the discount superstore that they’d always dreamt of running since five seconds ago when the thought first occurred to them. Perhaps Woolworths is staging a secret comeback – first Ipswich, then the world! Or perhaps E-On forgot to press the off switch. More to follow on this fascinating story.