so I check my web logs. Being a dry backwater of the web i was hoping to see my slow trickle of hits, but no, millions…ish had been here in April so far. six times more than normal. what high quality part of this website-delux was proving so tasty to web minons.

That bit being this or more too the point this.

it seems that everyone has used google images – as in every google in the world – to search for The Prodigy, and then finding the page above.

Whats more, this, this , this and this page are using the image within the page. Couldn’t even do the decent thing and steal the image and save it for themselves. Seem to be getting about 1,000 hits a day at the moment, what’s suprising is that at the start of April, there were no hits at all related with this, happened over night.

Google maps UK (niiice), in a higher league than multimap and streetmap and the lesser know map24

About 15 billion years a go things kicked off, like Continental drift, big nasty meteoroids killing poor fluffy dinosaurs, general world-being-created stuff, and of course blogging becoming trendy. (I say trendy, real trendy people don’t have blogs, like Kate Winslet, though actually, she might have one, just not admit to it, maybe she’s the http://belledejour-uk.blogspot.com/ answer me this, have you ever seen them in the same room at same time? ha!).

In the world of sad no-lifes who jump on every web band wagon ever, I am king. Along with the one eyed monkey. So horror when I say until now I’ve resisted blogdom.

Actually that’s a lie. Actually it’s more than one lie. For one, it implies I’ve carefully thought through the dilemma of to blog: good/bad, which would I fear be a lie. And second, umm, I’ve already got one.

But that one was shit… and never updated. so we’re pretending it never existed. yes?

Now I have the wordpress thing. Which is my new best friend.

Our agreement: I’m not going to update this much. it’s going to be crap. Too techy for normal people, too un-techy for techy, too localised for non brighton, will presume you know me, while only talking about abstracts. And I have decided that I will say shit and fuck when the mood suits, in a un-subconscious way. You agree that you will never read it. We are all happy. Again.