On March 27th, I reported that somebody had searched for “olly fayers fit cambridge news attractive” and gotten to my site, and attributed this to a prankster whose identity is presumably well known to me.

There was a follow up visit over a fortnight later, following a search for “olly fayers fit cambridge pgce”, which I thought displayed a certain dedication to the prank.

But alas, still nobody has owned up, and seeing as this mystery ‘admirer’ has not got in touch, the odds remain in favour of it being a prankster’s work. What I do know is this: twas somebody on a computer in Cambridge somewhere. I found out how to get this info from the clever little thingy which tells me these stats.

Come on, own up.

I think this is my sixth blog post so far today, and Big Ben is comfortably half an hour from chiming for midday. Most priviliged have my readership-of-three been on this cloudiest of Thursdays. Or cursed depending on how you view this blog.

I am clearly procrastinating the more important tasks I am meant to be undertaking. I did intend to give up procrastinating, but I haven’t quite got round to it yet. It’s on my To-Do list. I’m now getting to that state of mind which Facebook-users often enter, whereby they share their most inane of thoughts via a status update. Here I am, sat in my desk chair (which is actually a rock hard chair I stole from the dining area of the dwelling), actually contemplating sharing with you my increasingly strong conviction that McVities digestives taste overwhelmingly of salt.

(There, I snuck it in without you actually noticing. Via blogular stealth. I’m glad I got that thought out of my head. It was beginning to trouble me. Shouldn’t the milk chocolate ones taste more of chocolate than salt? I think they should. But ’salt chocolate digestives’ does not sound like such an alluring form of sustenance).

This particular blog post is now zipping about all over the place like a domestic housefly who has been feeding on Relentless Energy Drink. Somebody from New York went on this blog the other day, although only for five seconds according to my complicated techy analysis thingy which works these things out. They must be an exceptionally quick reader. I have also had repeat visits from Leeds. Even someone from Wolverhampton checked out the site. It’s going global.

Now I shall take my leave, under the fear that I have revealed myself to be more of a buffoon within the last six blog posts than you already suspected I was, which I would estime is a difficult feat to have achieved. Must dash. Toodlepip.