Lowbrow bloggery

Since blogs are a refuge for egomaniacs and solipsists (hello), I occasionally feel compelled to check the site stats and see if the reader (singular) is still there. Recently, I've become slightly concerned at some of the means by which total strangers are accessing these pages. When you see someone has come here off the back of a Google search, you can look at the URL and see what they searched for. Aside from the inevitable phrases that keep popping up like 'definitive social commentary', 'gut-quaking humour' and 'where now for Paddy Dillon?', some of the ones that pop up are quite a damning indictment of my blog's content. On at least three occasions I've got hits from people looking for 'big balls door knockers' (hey, we've all been there). This week someone stumbled here with the phrase 'karl kennedy aka the fletch legend'. It was never meant to be this way. But perhaps worst of all, quite a while ago I had a visitor from Suffolk who used the term 'Patrick Wolf, crotch'. When your blog is attracting web-surfing sex people to its pages, you know it's time for a change of direction.