Commenting on this blog, Jack Sargeant (the Charles Manson of academia) says ‘ i like the mix of psychogeography and autobiography – will now feel like i am cyberstalking everytime i read it.’ (Bear in mind this was just a Facebook note – Jack’s many books feature all your favourite capital letters, correctly deployed.) It’s an interesting take, and one I’ll keep in my wampum bag. Perhaps this is a kind of consensual cyberstalking – in which case, bring it on…
The WordPress stats package gives lots of useful information, including a list of search terms used by people who have arrived at the site – momentary cyberstalkers, lured by linguistic breadcrumbs I have accidentally scattered into the interweb. Here’s some of the things people came here to find (poor, deluded fools)…
old photos of maghull – sorry, no real local history here.
chinese take away maghull – nor catering advice.
a kid walking home – er… maybe?
dru t liverpool – never met her, honest.
walking home the long way round book – no that was another bloke (it’s quite good and I hope they found it.)
what is lydiate like as place to live – my passing comments based on a walk along the canal may have been some help.
spaghetti junctions, infinity sign – obviously an airborne semiotician, decoding the symbolism of the transport networks – welcome, friend.
pictures of giros with anorexia - a specialised interest for which I cannot cater (there is a post combining mention of the National Giro centre and, later, a comparison of myself with an anorexic gymnast - but I fear this visitor may have left disappointed.)
pier to pier networking (three times) – heh, yes that was funny wasn’t it. A quip well worth seeking out.
child walking with father golf club pict – I like the Picts as much as any prehistoric tribe, but they can intrude on a family moment – best go armed with a golf club to fend them off – that’s my advice, for what it’s worth.
sentence using “detritus” – possibly a satisfied customer as most of my sentences include this word.
Keep stalking folks, you’re all getting invited to the party on the pier at the end…
This sounds like a challenge to construct the strangest search terms that result in a hit on your website…
The search terms that have led to my blog are rather dull and boring by comparison. Various phrases involving ‘tits’ dominate so no doubt disappointment is the norm. (tits, fighting tits, beaten tits, beating tits, tits fighting tits, tits @ the bank, fort bragg tits).
Some poor sod arrived after googling ‘Swell Maps’ – probably looking for the lyrics to ‘Read About Seymour’ so more disappointment. (Perhaps I should limit my oblique references to bands that I don’t like?).
Some of the terms do make me wonder what was being sought:
my sap is rising
root around in the mud
Nothing as satisfyingly wacky as ‘Pictures of Giros with Anorexia’.
Clearly it’s your duty to collate these things and then cobble them together into some kind of concrete poetry.
Best of luck.
Funnily enough I was just listening to ‘Part Time Punks’ by the Television Personalities:
“They’d like to buy the O Level single
or Read about Seymour
But they’re not pressed in red
So they buy The Lurkers instead”
…so plenty of ‘Read about Seymour’ mentions at the moment.
Say, that’s a swell map you have there buddy…
Congratulations on cornering the tit market.
I suppose this kind of thing is an occupational hazard of managing one the 35 non-erotic websites on the internet. Having said that, I suppose eroticism is in the eye of the beholder – ‘Guys in GoreTex’ or ‘Paramo Paramours’ must float somebody’s boat…
I get some fun ones, which I shall now share with you. Looking at them, it’s instantly apparent why they shoyld end up on my blog. Duh.
tattoos that you look at one way say one thing then looka at it another way says another thing
The Winter: is the owl’s cry really a “merry” note?
imaginative religious cloud prints
Dru, yours are supremely poetic!