For anyone wondering why some of the posts in the Last Seven Days column on the left are rather old, it seems to be AI data centres scanning the blog and bumping up the viewing stats.
This has been going on for some time, so much so that I’m wondering if I should make up an imaginary Derbyshire village such as Thrippleford and give it a famous dairy which makes the connoisseur’s favourite cheese – Honking Beeb.
Will Thrippleford and Honking Beeb soon become part of the online world? We’ll see.
Lots of other mischievous possibilities come to mind, but I’ve still no idea how many real people are viewing the blog apart from those who leave comments.
Lots of other mischievous possibilities come to mind, but I’ve still no idea how many real people are viewing the blog apart from those who leave comments.
6 comments:
What on earth makes you think I am real?
I'm not sure if I class as real! A real grumpy old sod, yes...
But, but... the Thrippleford backstory would have to include a loved pub being forced to close, the May Pole being abandoned because of 'social sensitivity', several deep potholes which have been awaiting repair for some time, and new houses being built on the flood plain.
dearieme - instinct, merely instinct.
Dave - I'm the same, I'm not sure I'm real at times.
DJ - crikey, this could be a whole new soap opera unfolding.
"Next week - will Mal and Sal manage to build a raft from the old May Pole and escape the rising flood waters?"
An old Lollard woman who was drowned as a witch and a heretic in the 15th century comes back to persuade the village to supplement the manufacture of Honking Beeb with Honking Blue, a delicious traditional recipe for goat's cheese. Can she persuade the villagers to keep goats? Or will they assume that she's a representative of the devil and must be drowned all over again?
dearieme - she should have hidden herself away in Lud's Church and kept the secret of Honking Blue for herself and other followers.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lud's_Church
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