I’ve been getting emails lately to do with a website about jilted Ex’s. Seems this is a website that allows unhappy guys with axes to grind to upload photos of their ex-girlfriends and tell the world what they think of them.
Now, for some reason this site has a link here as though I’d built it! It’s nothing to do with me; I can assure you of that. So if you’ve got some grievance with this website, I can’t help you.
Funny site though!
Performing your own SEO on your websites isn’t difficult, all the information you need to do it effectively is already available on the Internet, for free. The real difficulty is in telling the fact from the fiction. Everyone has their own ideas, some of them good, some of them not so good and some of them that will just get your site banned.
With that in mind I’d like to present a list of some of the most prominent Internet SEO myths. If you’ve done any of these on your website you can kiss your traffic goodbye.
There you have it, what not to do. Next time I might give some tips on what you should be doing.
I just heard on the news that an 11 year old boy from Alabama has shot dead the world’s biggest wild boar.
I’m staggered. We have the world’s biggest something and some yank kid shoots it, then gets applauded for it! How can killing something make this kid famous? Surely he should be arrested and publicly ostracised for shooting a living creature, not least of which the world’s biggest of anything?
This is the American way though isn’t it? See something unique, marvel at it and then shoot it dead.
Now if the world’s biggest wild boar had eaten an 11 year old boy from Alabama I’d laugh, maybe next time.
Whilst delving around my old laptop this weekend I came across a letter dated December 2000 I’d sent to Direct Line insurance.
Remember them? They’re the thieves who paid out the wrong person when my car was stolen last summer, after it had been recovered, and now demand the car back from me.
It seems I really haven’t learned from my mistakes.
Direct Line House
3 Edridge Road
Croydon
CR9 1AGDear Mr. P Davis,
It is with some grievance that I must write to you, enclosing your cheque for the sum of GBP10.64. We were told by your customer services staff that there was no charge for cancelling a policy and by doing so we assumed our contact with Direct Line was at an end. We were then very puzzled and infuriated to find a demand for further cash arrive from Direct Line, when we had been assured that this would not happen. Either your customer services staff are not trained in the way that your company conducts its business, or you are simply liars and thieves.
Not certain which it is, as both amount to the same thing; your company cannot be trusted, rest assured that your threat of ‘prohibit you from further dealings with the Direct Line Group’ will not be necessary. I have no intention in ever dealing with your company again.
I trust this is the end of the matter and I do not wish to be contacted by you again, as I certainly will not be contacting Direct Line.
Yours, a very unsatisfied customer,
I’m infuriated I went back to them. Direct Line has done nothing but steal from me for the last seven years. You’d think after they stole from me in 2000 I’d have learned, now they’re trying to steal my car.
That’s it, I swear it. No more!
So last Thursday I took a day off work, not to relax, or to organise personal affairs or to simply enjoy life, no. I took a day off work to participate in a drinking contest in Leeds University; The Ultimate Banjo Warrior no less.
Rules were simple, 25 minutes to drink each drink in a pre-determined order. 4 ‘warriors’ had special cards that could be played once during the game, giving every player 2 minutes to finish their drink. Failure to finish in the time limit led to star jumps, and the inevitable act of throwing up led to a Sambuka shot forfeit.
Naturally with such a contest I fancied my chances, but my lack of preparation became my undoing. Firstly I arrived 25 minutes late, so was forced to tackle the first two drinks in the time everyone else had for one. Luckily the first two were both lagers, San Miguel and Staropramen. These were dispatched with comparative ease, though left me with no time to line my stomach. In f
