Prolific posting posited

Nice to see a lot of visitors and many comments. The prize for prolific posting (no, there's no one for excessive alliteration) goes to none other than: the Diva. Or someone mightily obsessed with him... but who's more obsessed with the Diva than himself?

We've had 500 visitors in the last week - not too bad for a small and very focused site. Of course many of those visits are the same people returning each day to catch up with what's new, and to leave comments. In order to get these numbers, we collect some non-identifying information from every visitor - stuff like what ISP they're using, their IP number, and so on. Sometimes we can tell which sites referred them to the blog.

That in turn yields even more fascinating information. Like the fact that some folks who've visited us have been from Anchorage, Alaska and Falkirk, Scotland - and that's just the most far-flung. We speculate they got here by press the next blog button, which takes the bored or curious surfer to a random blog. There's a button at the top of this blog - give it a try.

For the record:

1. We are not Carol Webb. Or Matt Dutton. Or anyone else who laid a Code of Conduct complaint. While some of the complaints were valid, many were not. And some were silly (we use that word advisedly, in the best Pythonesque tradition). There's nothing wrong with being silly - we encourage it. Which is why parts of this blog are sometimes slightly silly (there we go alliterating again). But not when you're making formal complaints. Read the first part of our review of the complaints below.
2. "Fall in love, go for a walk, garden ... anything", says one comment. Some of us did all that and more this past weekend (to respective spouses: we meant with you, all over again. Honestly. No, that's not lipstick on our shirt). We'd wholeheartedly support the sentiments of this comment - this is, after all, only the minor potentate of a town that the folks from Anchorage and Falkirk must be wonder "just where is this exactly?" when they land here, albeit a beautiful town with unique charms. On the other hand, those elected by the people owe a duty to those people, and when they fail to fulfill that, someone has to pop into a phone box, struggle into some impossibly small underpants, and put things to rights. Our underpants were in the wash, so we started a blog.
3. Some of us - actually make that all of us - tend to agree that the arts have at best a limited right to subsidisation, especially when there are people sitting round tables in New Zealand with less to eat than they'd like, or perhaps nothing at all, in substandard housing, on a never-ending waiting list for basic health care. That doesn't mean culture isn't important, or that we should send Cash Converters into the Serjeant. We've already bought that stuff, it deserves looking after, and Cash Converters will only give us a decent price if we trade it in on the dodgy looking exercycle and that collection of Leo Sayer CDs no one wants. Does that sound like the SOS people to you, "dearie"?

As tempting as it is to assume the obvious and thus try to dismiss LawsWatch as "sour grapes" or "single issue nutters" (look, we already took care of that in our description!) it's not that simple. Anyone who knows the Diva's history knows that the complainants and the SOS group are just the most recent people to have crossed the mascara'ed one's path and been appalled by what they've observed.

By the way, none of the information we collect gives us any idea who the people visiting are, nor precisely where they're from. We can't pop round to your house in our dark sedan with the tinted windows and apply a bit of attitude adjustment, so don't worry on that score.

All of which is by way of a prelude to our saying "thanks for visiting" and well done for commenting - and please keep it up. Yes, even you, Michael.

And laying out what must be the loosest and most esoteric "privacy policy" on the web.

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