Reggie Thomson's Diary

Shan went off cheerful to her work today. She asked if I could help with the computer in the evening.

The cheerfulness wore off quickly in the evening, as she struggled with the re-installation. The instructions weren’t absolutely correct, and she is worried about losing vital data on her D: drive. There doesn’t seem much that I can do to help. I asked if she was OK, but was told not to touch.

I have to leave her on her own. I am a computer failure, to add to the many other types of failure that I am.

I signed up for GoogleAds. So far, I haven’t had any adverts on my homepage, but I thought Google would be able to get appropriate ads, without any silly “Congratulations! You are the 10 trillionth visitor to this site!” flashing banners. They rejected my site because it is a personal homepage. Perhaps I should take Razmik’s advice, and leave out the diaries – or not link them on the photos page.

I’ve put the forum onto the web and started to fill it with categories and forums. My Japanese is ugly and might even put some off. I haven’t done the code for separating the English and Japanese titles – it will have to come later.

Clive called me on my new phone.

I discover that Roy has a website www.royclements.co.uk. I’ll have to read it.

Chris Catherwood has so many listings on Google that he goes over the first page of 100.

Clive’s homepage (www.visithere.net) is on a redirection to Freeserve, so I can’t get his Alexa ratings.

He’s been on the phone to people like Christina. I wonder what has happened to the Cornerstone (Eden’s 16-30’s group, now 36-50’s) bunch? Perhaps, I suggested, we should have a Cornerstone reunion on my birthday weekend (20th September). Hmm. It might cost money.

Whoosh! I printed out my PHP code for reggie.net – about 7mm thick of Tesco’s cheapest paper. I’m amazed it comes to so much.

Oooh! Alexa has now moved me up to 138,555. A few days ago, I was worried I would drop out of the top 100,000.

I submitted a list of five possible links where people might like to go after reggie.net.

1. www.outdoorjapan.com – lots of information about travelling in Japan, places to visit

2. www.virtualtourist.com – where people can post information about places to visit in the world

3. www.danheller.com – a truly professional photographer who has been to Scotland

4. www.photopoints.com – a great photography community and lots of super photos

5. www.trailcanada.com – a travel guide to Canada by James Shearer, with forums and great layout

I have been watching my ratings on Alexa as compared to www.trailcanada.com. I think my photos have the edge, but I need to improve my layout and navigation. Also, I’m not sure that I wish to become the authoritative guide to a country.

I’ll need to become something, though, and sitting on my layout laurels is not an option. I’m struggling to find the motivation to disciplined programming and thorough rethinking of my raison de web être.

At some stage, I would like to put a sofa in the large bedroom. I’ve been looking at several in the Argos catalogue for around £150.

I asked Shan if there was anything she needed for when her parents come. She would like the sofa so that she can sleep on it. I wasn’t intending getting a large sofa – the total length will probably be only 135 cm, and the width is restricted by the space in the room to about 85 cm max. I’m not sure I should get a large one, as I may find that some unscrupulous future lodger decides to fill up the room with unpaid guests. It has happened before.

Also, a sofa is a luxury, which I haven’t promised. Since I am currently sleeping on a blow-up bed, the sofa will have to wait until I have a suitable mattress. Maybe, I will have to wait until I have decided on the installation of central heating in the bedrooms.

There has been a tin of fried tofu in my cupboard for quite some time, so, for the Japanese sushi party tonight, I have cooked some inarizushi from “The Japanese Kitchen” by Masaki Ko. It’s a great recipe book, with dishes that are simple to make and ingredients that are easily obtained. I have another excellent book, but the recipes are more complex – inarizushi requires dried shiitake, which I don’t have in stock. (Practical Japanese Cooking, by Shizuo Tsuji and Koichiro Hata).

I ought to set up an Amazon link so that I get royalties every time someone buys the book after visiting this website.

Anyhow, if I write tales in my diaries about lodgers that don’t follow instructions, it’s only fair that I comment on situations where I fail to meet the grade.

You are supposed to make the fried tofu and sauce first. I started with the rice. Only later did I see the line that told me the rice should be warm before putting into the tofu pockets. Nevertheless, the results look fine, and I’m sure they will taste OK.

Of course, half the reason for doing this is to attract attention. Japanese people are very good at praising. “Eeeeh!? Sugoooi! Erai na-!” I can already imagine it (you have to do a long rising intonation on the Eeeeh!?” So, before I set off, I’ll have to psych myself into passing it off as a mere triviality. To seek attention in Japan is a crime. You get attention by working up the ladder.

The sushi party at the Yokoyama’s was great. It was absolutely packed! We had temakizushi – hand-made sushi with salmon and tuna.

The inarizushi was well received, but I only made sixteen – I should have made double – or perhaps I could have cut each one in two. I didn’t think at the time.

So, let’s see if I can remember some of the people I talked to. The cards did most of the talking. I don’t have any cards for Nagoya, though.

There were a number of the folks from the Barn – Asana, TomokO, Nori, Daisuke, and others. Daisuke, I discover, used to live in Kobe.

There were lots of new people, too. Minori comes from Aichi, and her father likes taking photos. She will return to Japan in a few weeks, so gave me her address and email.

I was chatting to some ladies about the hitching and they asked if I had ever encountered a dangerous situation. I told them about the broken mirror when the truck driver fell asleep in a tunnel on the way to Niigata. They, too, had had an accident in the Lake District, when a car crashed into them.

A Swiss lady who interested in being a missionary talked about her travels in the Ukraine. She is also learning a bit of Japanese. When she practiced saying her name, the Japanese ladies clapped and said, “Wonderful”. It’s nice to be with people who are so encouraging.

Yuriko and a friend chatted about yakuza (Japanese mafia), bosozoku (bikers) and cars with large speakers.

I write these things to help me remember. I’m not very good at remembering (I’ve already misplaced several names). I often cover the same ground in future conversations. Perhaps I can improve my mind and my interest in people.

When I was cycling home, I discovered that Akiko lives very near my house. I think I should visit Central Language School soon, perhaps to drop in some more of the books that I’m no longer using.

I’m not writing as much in my blogs as the diaries used to get. A blog is for the moment. I’m worried that I will lose my history. One day, though, it will all be erased. There is nothing of lasting value here. I have no contribution to make to the beauty of verbal pictures. Sixty percent of my sentences so far have begun with “I” – that is my life sentence. Post and be damned.

NTL called round in the morning. It took five minutes to get the line working. I mentioned the troubles I had had with BT. The engineer told me that he has recently moved house to a place that had a BT socket. BT wanted to charge £100. He questioned it. “You don’t seem to understand how telephones work,” came the reply.

I phoned Clive and left my allotted 30 second reply on his machine. Rob has gone on a cycling holiday. Mum and Dad are planning a cruise round Scotland. Morag and Peter are heading for the Lakes. Fiona is examining her inner self. Aislinn is still difficult to understand on the phone. Hamish has sold his house but not moved into a new one yet.

I have free calls to the UK in the evenings and weekends on NTL’s “talk unlimited” option.

The cheque for the £50 deposit I had to pay to BT has not yet appeared. It was promised within a week.

The new phone number, by the way, is +44 (0) 1223 722668 Even I can remember that. I can never remember my mobile – I have it written on the back of the case.

I’ve been using Imagemagick in PHP to convert images for the CDs and the web. I can now put a ©www.reggie.net on each image automatically. It would be nice to automatically enter IPTC data. Also, I wish to change the way I save the photos – using place names instead of the image numbers. Google images searches for the actual name of the image.

I watched Bond last night – Thunderball. Lots of murders and hot women. Very little swearing. The man who always wins the women, watched by the one who always fails.

Tonight, was the turn of “Sex and the City.” Gay, mixed, hetero. The rich seem to have everything. Some of us are impoverished in every way.

I’ve written a daily diary for about twenty years – broken only by the distress of returning to England in 1999. The year 2000 is a complete blank.

Diaries, like newspapers, are full of uglinesses. Even with the conversion to a blog, the ugliness permeates. They are not true, nor do they represent a tiny part of the truth. Yet, unlike photos, where leaving out the ugly truth can reveal the beauty of lies, a diary leaves out most of the beautiful lies to concentrate only on ugly mis-truths.

A photo is but the monocular vision of one, and if, perhaps, in a similar way, a diary could be limited to the personal, it might have some hope for attaining to beauty. The musings of a hermit, living in a cave, with electricity and the internet, might meet the beauty mark.

What should the diarist do upon encountering the opposition? Detached personal thoughts are his as a right, but should permission be sought for pressing the pages with the indentations of another’s soul? Newspapers would cease to exist.

“It is shameful to mention what the sinful do in secret.” That was from memory – the NIV reads: “For it is shameful even to mention what the disobedient do in secret.” (Eph 5:12) If secrecy is dark and shameful, is, by contrast, the diary the only true light and clear conscience?

Not all secrets are bad: “But when you fast, put oil on your head and wash your face, so that it will not be obvious to men that you are fasting, but only to your Father, who is unseen; and your Father, who sees what is done in secret, will reward you.” (Mt 6:17,18 NIV)

Have I overstepped the mark? The previous article mentioned names, but this one is anonymous. It is based on history, but no events are detailed. Is this better or worse?

Razmik has been hanging around most of the day. His doctor has given him another week of free vacation.

Today, he sat around the living room. My little office is in the corner by the window. I’m working on the PHP code for the bulletin board. I need to concentrate, though to be honest, I daydream too much.

His motorbike isn’t charging the battery, so I drove his car to the workshop and back just after lunch. Razmik then lay down on the sofa, but soon began to snore. I woke him up, suggesting that he go up to his bedroom to sleep. He went out into the garden. Perhaps I should buy an outdoor lounging seat. Hmm. £13 in the OLD Argos catalogue – not in the new edition. No, it would be very low on my priorities.

Stuart was chatting later on. Razmik is talking about giving up his work. He owes a lot of money to the credit cards and has a bank overdraft. “Wouldn’t it be better to stay in the job and clear the debt,” Stuart suggested.

The job, it seems is “making” his health worse – the politics, his treatment at the office by his colleagues.

I think I have written before about the need for sympathy. I wonder if he isn’t deliberately driving himself into a hole in an attempt to receive more sympathy. He tells everyone about the stroke, the problems at work, the debts, the money-sucking car. Everyone is expected to give him sympathy. If they don’t, they might feature in his circle of blame, as people responsible for his situations.

I am a cynic. If he has debt problems, he should discipline himself by eating cheaper food, cutting down (or out) nicotine drugs, reducing the use of the car, exchanging an expensive-to-upkeep car for a more economical version, living more simply… If even the sight of the building where he works is “making” him feel bad, perhaps he needs a course in anger management (if that is the root cause) – or maybe a course with a psychiatrist. I’m not suggesting there is anything wrong with him, or that he can just “snap out of it.” I think the body and mind are quite easily persuaded by our repetitive thinking into negative, destructive patterns that become physical. You cannot just order a Pavlovian-trained dog to stop salivating when it hears a bell. You have to un-train it. Humans are no different. That’s wh y I suggest an external solution.

I also think that it is possible to over-sympathise with someone. If they have been over-protected from the responsibilities of life, by over-mothering (s-mothering), then perhaps they would benefit from a more disciplinarian rebuke. However, this is difficult with children who are in their late forties. I don’t really know what to suggest. In some ways, if he isn’t willing to help himself, there’s little can be done except to watch and wait.

Meanwhile, I’ll just live a boring life and turn down any free meals or DVD shows.

I’m still obsessed with numbers.

Alexa Traffic Rank for reggie.net: 148,282

It may be another month before I’m under the 100,000 hurdle.

The Transfer rate is currently at 5.23Gbytes. By the end of the week, I may even top 6Gbytes!

I’ll add an addendum to this post:

I’ve just had a look on Google. I now come top of the pile for “Kyoto photos”, and I seem to come pretty high for many other cities or locations in Japan. I struggle a bit with “Cambridge photos” or “London photos”.

I was late to church as usual. I printed some of the Canada and Japan namecards, and chatted to Shan for a bit. She is always cheerful, it seems.

A gentleman from Rwanda spoke on reconciliation. What hope is there for reconciliation with a world that washes it’s hands of preventing a bloodshed?

I chatted with James, on the P.A. system. It’s easy to “de-um” a voice recording before posting on the web. He’s recently been to Ireland, stayed in Feeny.

Shan has been given a program to allow her to backup the files on her C: drive. However, it is an English version, so can’t cope with the filenames in Chinese.

We talked about her UK travel plans, and I suggested a route – Cambridge, York, Durham, Edinburgh, Inverness, Fort William, Oban, Loch Lomond, Glasgow, Kendall, Ambleside, Chester, Caernarfon, South Wales, Bath, Oxford, Cambridge. They only have ten days, or so.

Razmik phoned in the afternoon. He has another week off work on doctor’s orders. He turned up later on, and we all sat outside eating Shan’s ice-cream. He treated me to a Chinese meal. I’m too sleepy to watch a movie, now.

I stayed up late – until 01:30 when the kids next door returned. There was about 30 minutes of cupboard door slamming while the washing up was put away – or something. I got to sleep eventually, but the nuisance started again around 3 a.m. Maybe I should download another copy of the Cambridge City Council Noise Nuisance report document.

We drove down in the Mercedes to fetch Andrew’s car. I drove from Stansted so that Andrew could make some phone calls. We stopped in Tilbury for a coffee before returning. I needed something after last night’s disturbances – I’ll write them in a separate blog.

I took a few snaps of another MGB in Girton. At some stage, I’ll make a further ten cards for Andrew.

There is an IVC barbecue this evening, which Andrew says I could come to. I’m a bit reluctant to involve myself in activities that assume a level of income way above mine. I don’t know how much it would cost, but even a fiver is a huge percentage of my £50 per month expenses allowance. Actually, I’m spending more than that, and the income from driving goes to pay for extras for the house, mostly, or items for my travels or photography, all of which could be considered “work”.

I’m thinking about buying a replacement rucksack (£150), a sofa for Shan’s room (£150), a wardrobe for the middle room if Razmik moves out (£100), PaintShop Pro 8 upgrade (maybe £70), steamer for healthy cooking (£40), proper mattress for me (£80). Of course, I really want a camera (£1000 for the body, £1000 for lenses), better laptop (&pound1500), Photoshop 8 (£600 or so).

I cleared up some space on my C: drive by backing up the WINNT uninstall directories, and my download files. I now have and extra 400Mbytes free. I note that there is about 280Mbytes in “WINNT/Internet Logs”. I don’t know if they are needed. Some of them are from ZoneAlarm.

Andrew has been busy again. He bought a Mercedes in London, leaving his car there. Then he drove to Gamlingay and bought an MGB, leaving the Mercedes there. So, I received an email at 6.30p.m. asking if I could do a collection. I brought the camera. On the way, we passed through Eltisley, and I figured the cricket pavilion would make a good backdrop, if we got there in time. Unfortunately, the sun was just dipping into cloud as we drove up, and there was a group of village lads by the pavilion. I took the snaps.

Later, I called into the Bar Hill Tesco. I bought a hands-free set for the Nokia. I’m hoping I can make an adaptor for the Sony. It would be great to be able to telephone through the internet when I’m travelling.

Andrew wants another batch of namecards. They are proving popular.

I watched the movie in the evening – a modern version of the Hitchcock. I confess my heart jumped when the lady in the shower turned round to see the murderer. I usually distance my emotions from reacting to movie events. It probably means that I am conditioning myself not to empathise in real events, too.

My Alexa three month ratings are creeping up – now at 171,554. However, the daily ratings are between 30,000 and 100,000, so within a month or so I should be under the 100,000 barrier. See here for the graph and details.

You can download the Alexa toolbar here. It gives interesting alternative links from the page you are on and allows you to block pop-ups, as well as showing the internet ratings. Of course, it watches where you go on the web.

My web statistics show that I am probably heading for 5Gbytes of transfer this month. Unique users are currently at 16,833 for July. My transfer limit is 9Gbytes, so I have a bit of slack. However, I really need to start generating some income from the website.

I found a few more links to reggie.net that weren’t in my previous listing:

http://home.byu.net/~tlt34/

http://www.anglik.net/tefl.htm

http://www.keyworlds.com/e/english_as_a_second_language-teaching.htm

http://www.phs2.net/cwi/L3/o1708i.htm

There seemed to be one piece of information missing from the documentary on Channel 5 yesterday – or perhaps I missed it. Why did the Armada not know exactly where it was when trying to flee round Scotland and Ireland? Because, in 1588, there was no way to know your longitude. Latitude could be measured from the stars, but longitude was a guess. It wasn’t until the invention of the chronometer in 1728 that the longitude could be determined with any accuracy. See this link.

I wonder why the documentary producers left out this vital fact?

I’ve just received copies of the BT bills for January and February of last year. The bills were for installation and line rental only. There were no phone calls made on the line.

This makes me think that perhaps the line wasn’t installed properly. When I asked BT to install a line, I was given a date on which it would be reconnected. I tried the number and the line all day, but got no response. It was up to me to phone BT again to get them to look into the problem.

I will have to see if I can find any indication that the line was working. If it wasn’t, I will need to get the £72.64 back from BT with interest.

I’ve updated Textpad to version 4.7, and signed onto their forum. I notice that I’m not the only person wanting editable macros, preferably Python. I’d also like to be able to put toolbar icons to the macros – though I think that may already be possible.

Microsoft now has SP4 for Windows 2000. I took the risk, and upgraded without making a backup first. My computer is approach hard disk capacity. Perhaps I’ll backup all the Windows uninstall files.

I can’t work out what’s wrong with the TV signal. I get a blue message in the middle saying that the service is about to expire on some channels, with a contact phone number – but only for channel 5. Perhaps I’ve wired the aerial into the wrong line in the attic. Perhaps I should get a decent attic aerial. So, I only watched two thirds of Pale Rider. When it got too bad, I flipped to channel 6 and a grainy version of the film.

Scores need to be settled – even for a preacher.

About ten minutes from the end of Pale Rider, I heard a clatter outside. Someone was wheeling a shopping trolley with wood and cans of paint in it. It looked mighty suspicious, but I waited until the end of the movie, and then went out with my camera. There were two guys standing near a car in the parking space opp osite. They didn’t seem to be doing anything, which is suspicious in itself.

I walked round the block a couple of times, and then realised that the guy was returning, pushing an empty trolley. I trailed him to the back of Buchan house, preparing my camera as I went. “I’m just getting this stuff,” he said, as I took the first snap. He covered his head and then ran off. I ran after him, dialling 999 as I went. I lost him by the bottom end of Aragon Close. I’m not sure it was an emergency, but they sent out an officer.

The photos were no good – I should have used flash and fixed focus, setting it up before I reached the scene.

I took the officer to Buchan court, giving a few brief details as I went. He just picked up the cans and replaced them in the shed. There was another broken tub in the grass playing fields. Perhaps there should be a neighbourhood watch in the area. Apparently, they are able to email incidents.

I’m way too tired to write anything sensible.

I’ll just record the events of the day in my usual diary style (a non-style).

Andrew called round at nine sharp. We were going to near Manchester, so I thought I should make use of the time. I packed my computer and the 100V converter.

However, since Andrew is paying for my time, he wanted me to call some of the people advertising in the Classic Car weekly. I was looking for Morris Minor Travellers, MGBs, Mercedes and others. Some weren’t available. Others were too expensive, or needed body work.

I phoned one gentleman in Shropshire. The ad mentioned MOT, but he hasn’t got one. He will get the MOT after he has sold the car. Another lady was unable to meet us that day.

I was able to do a bit of work – but it is mostly reading at present. I have to understand some of the workings of the phpBB2 software so that I can integrate it with my own database and code. I seemed to spend most of the time answering Andrew’s phone.

At the gentleman’s house, we looked at the car. The bodywork was fine, but the driver’s seat is badly cut and the back seats are worn. After a test drive, Andrew made an offer, and we drove into town to pick up the cash.

I sat in the car while Andrew collected the money. I listened to Classic FM and ate my peanut butter sandwiches. A lady scraped the bumper of the car. I took her number plate and she wrote down her address. The bumper was scratched a bit, and I said it probably wouldn’t matter, but it isn’t my car. “I don’t think that was caused by me,” she said. I had distinctly felt the bump of her car, the scratches were in the direction of movement, and there were corresponding marks on her car. I didn’t check for paint on the bumper or plastic on her car. I could have taken photos. It wasn’t necessary for such a minor blemish. Still, it’s the culture of excuses in this country that interests me.

Andrew returned with the dosh, but had earlier discovered that the seats were more expensive to repair than he’d previously thought. We went back to the house, but drove away without the car.

Andrew found it hard to believe that it had only done the claimed 50,000 mileage, given the condition of the seats. Still, I wonder why he didn’t make the initial deal conditional. The gentleman probably felt pleased that he had sold it, only to be told later on that the buyer wasn’t interested. It is very disheartening. There is no sympathy for hearts in English culture, and no conditioning of the crime of disheartening. Therefore, it persists in the society.

I drove back from Knutsford. Andrew left the cash in the car while we were in the service area. Oops.

I think the Tesco sparkling spring water with hints of grape and blueberry (or someberry) makes me sleepy. It doesn’t seem to have many calories, but perhaps it’s that evil ingredient – aspartame (see www.aspartame.com for the bad guys, or www.aspartame.org for the good guys – or vice versa, depending on whether you are vice or versa).

We we by my door at 4.40. I suggested seven hours, allowing for leaving just after nine, and half an hour for a lunch break. Andrew seemed annoyed. “It was six, but we’ll say seven.” I don’t know how he did his mathematics. Still, I got a cheque for &pound45.50. I have a suspicion that the English have the worst culture in the world for lying about time.

I’ve put way too much into this post. Perhaps I should keep one post per subject. I might even think about adding a vote at the bottom of each topic. You could vote on all the preposterous propositions I make.

Razmik phoned several times during the day. I told him about the letter. “I could redirect it to London.” He suggested I open it and tell him what’s inside. “If I open it,” I replied, “I’ll have to put a stamp on it to forward it.” Oops. Perhaps my Scottish roots are poking out from the undergrowth again.

I rushed down to the bank to pay in my cheque just before f ive, then to Parcelforce, to collect a UPS. I purchased a cable from PCWorld, but back at home, I discover there are cables provided with the unit.

Friend’s was on in the evening, followed by a documentary about WW1 in colour (touched up B&W movies), and another on the Armada.

There is a Scottish prayer that goes:

“From ghosties and ghoulies

Good Lord, deliver us!”

I’m don’t mind the long-legged beasties (there was a giant spider crawling behind my bookcase the other night which I didn’t bother to catch), but it’s the bumps in the night that I need deliverance from.

The neighbours don’t seem to be capable of closing doors without making a bang.

I’ve put some of the photos of Andrew’s cars onto namecards for him. We may be going to Manchester, so I’ll show them to him tomorrow. If he likes them, I’ll sell them to him for £1.50 per ten for the first two hundred.

I’ve managed to get the phpBB2 software working in UTF-8 for the Japanese. There’s a lot more work to be done, though. I would like to merge the phpBB2 code with my own, so that I can make use of the user login, search and multi-lingual capabilities. I like the way the code is organised.

It’s going to be quite a task, though. My software was written two years ago, and is very poor style. It got updated when I was in Korea last year to allow it to display English and Japanese, but it is shift-jis. This will all have to be converted into UTF-8 also.

Fawlty Towers was on – the health inspector and the Rat. Very enjoyable.

Before that, I watched a documentary about a seven-year-old with learning difficulties – or perhaps the parents had learning difficulties. The child was offered 30p a day, to be reduced by a penny for every time she misbehaved (provided a warning was given first). Can points really make such a difference to our behaviour? If you do X, I’ll pay you Y, and you’ll be happy. If you do X, I’ll deduct Y from your salary of Z, and you’ll soon learn to be cooperative.

Of course, it was more about changing the parents – stopping them from using rage and anger, and getting a more workable solution to problematic behaviour. Maybe even showing a bit of love.

I’ve stopped point seeking on Photosig and Photopoints. I no longer write my witty comments on people’s photos. Yesterday, I looked at one of Oscar’s photos of a plane landing. He had used a panning technique, and some folks commented on his shutter speed of 1/500. Actually, it is much more important to anticipate the background and see where you are going to press the shutter.

As it was, he had a car right underneath the wheel. It is a most dangerous way to land a plane. It is always important to check that the runway is clear. I remember once flying into Cambridge Airport and noticing some rabbits. “Should I call the tower?” I asked my instructor.

“No,” he replied. “After all, it is a hare-field!” I think I had a bumpy landing!

My photography perspective changed in 1997 when I bought my first digital camera – a Konica equivalent of the Canon Powershot 350. Until then, I struggled thinking about depth of field and apertures. The mind was always on the technical.

This digital camera didn’t have all these worries. It was fixed focus, and auto-everything else. I could adjust the exposure by up to two stops and see the results on the screen. Suddenly, I was free. The SLR was discarded as heavy, expensive and restrictive.

Hmm. This is a complete red herring, and I’ve probably written it before in my diaries.

I was trying to get round to saying that I still go for points. These days, it’s website ratings. I’ve been slipping a bit on Alexa, as you can see here

Enough.