Ooooh! I’ve discovered a new hobby!

May 27th, 2009

Today it has rained pretty much all day. I have been out for a walk, but it was only a quick one as The Master is apparently very busy at the moment, and has spent most of the day on the phone or parked in front of his computer, so I’ve been hidden in my usual spot behind the filing cabinet, continuing with my lastest obsession of researching advertising campaigns.

I’ve already looked at all of the older efforts online- Ariston (and on, and on, and on), British Airways (featuring hundreds of people and the Aria On Air track) and Kelloggs Fruit N’ Fibre (that jingle has been in my head for days now), before I decided to look at more recent advertisments.

At home, as obviously, I’m a dog, I can’t command the remote control, and thus my television watching is very limited. Anyway, today I clicked on this:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1qKvjD8sFhU&feature=PlayList&p=5262DBCEC665859A&playnext=1&playnext_from=PL&index=10

Which is an advert which was banned. Why? Because despite the fact it is quite funny, some people (whom I’m presuming to be dungaree wearing, shaven headed feminists) complained on the grounds that the advertisement was sexist. At first, I could kind of understand, bearing in mind that this is a dog’s point of view, and I don’t ‘fancy’ women in bikinis or men with ‘rippling six packs’, but then I came across these two:

 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2zZuvAN7ORE

 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l2rVYU6Wj1s&feature=related

Which, if I’m not mistaken, are pretty much the same idea as in the banned Lynx advertisement- women in bikinis swanning about in close-up shots with their lithe, tanned bodies on show for all to see.

But the latter two adverts were NOT banned by Ofcom. Why? Because the products in the last two were aimed at women- clothing and chocolate lollies, and apparently feminists seem to have no problem with lithe, semi clad women selling them items for themselves.

So this took me to the Ofcom website. At first it was a struggle to read as all of the jargon was written in the usual internet speak that I’m used to, but guess how many complaints it takes to take an ad off the air?

Just one.

Ladies and gentlemen, I think I’ve found a new hobby- the Ofcom complaints page has been duly bookmarked. I’ll keep you posted.

When Advertising Goes Wrong…

May 26th, 2009

Ah, another week begins in the Vizcom Office! Happy Man has returned from his holidays wearing a sounveneir T-Shirt (reminiscent of Greenwoods, remarked The Master), Diet Girl is still a chainsmoking neurotic and The Master forgot my lead today so I was taken to the park tied to him with a chenille scarf which belongs to The Mistress.

Anyway, my advertising curiosity which I spoke of last week has reached heady new heights of geekiness- after spending umpteen hours on YouTube last week watching old adverts, new adverts, banned adverts and so on, I decided to broaden my horizons a little- what happens when the marketing departments hunch for a successful campaign goes horribly wrong.

Over the last week or so, I’ve watched literally hundreds of TV commercials, online virals and read about clever marketing campaigns that have ranged from the simple ‘Ronseal- Does What It Says On The Tin’ to the relatively complex, multi-platform offerings like Honda’s Hate Something concept (the song from the advert was written especially for Honda and proved so popular it became a chart release).

But what happens when the marketing idea is formulated, honed, presented to the client, accepted and raved about and is born into the material world, only for everything to go horribly wrong?

It’s not always the advertisers’ fault for when thing go flat on their faces, as these two demonstrate:

http://mashable.com/2008/06/19/contextual-advertising/

http://www.streetsblog.org/2006/12/16/product-placement/

But how bad must it be to see your idea from conception to birth and realise it’s all gone horribly wrong! You know I’m glad I don’t work in advertising.

I’ve had to cut this short as The Master is a little hungover from the Bank Holiday weekend celebrations- I didn’t see him, but apparently he spent the weekend downing pints and eating curries- and he wonders why he feels a little green around the gills?? Humans! I just can’t understand them sometimes.

Two Mysteries solved in one day!

May 20th, 2009

Perhaps I should begin to advertise my services like everyone else in the office!

Allow me to explain- it’s been a terrible day in Bolton, the weathers’ been wet and grey over the last couple of days- not a problem for me per se, I’m just very aware of how the humans don’t want to set foot outside if they can help if under such conditions. Anyway, The Master took me for a run in the park, and the river was delishiously swollen, I couldn’t help but go for a paddle. The Master was not happy.

We got back to the office, where Diet Girl was parked at her desk, doing the telemarketing calls. I shook myself. She got covered in muddy water. Now neither of them were impressed.

So I skulked off behind the filing cabinet and decided to keep my head down until the pair of them had calmed down, and as I had a few hours then to spare online, I went off on a tangent discovering my favourite Subject Of The Moment- which is currently marketing campaigns.

Yes, I know it does sound boring and pretty geeky, but I’ve found some beauties lately! I’m just amazed by the ingenuity advertisers and marketing agencies use to encourage you to visit their websites, watch their films, buy their products, and use their services. There’s slogans, images, adverts, catchphrases, clever subliminals- a million ways tro promote your idea/business/product, and I’ve found that the most successful in terms of notoriety are often the simplest concepts.

For example, The Blair Witch Project advertising campaign in my humble opinion was genius! I have not yet seen the film (I’m a dog- I don’t have an extensive DVD collection, although I do possess many hidden sticks and cuddly toys) but I have seen the trailers and the aftermath of the advertising on various websites. If you live in a box and don’t know what I’m going on about, this extract explains it better than I can:

Directors Daniel Myrick and Eduardo Sánchez originally launched The Blair Witch Project Website in June 1998 on their production company’s Website, Haxan.com. When the independent distributor, Artisan Entertainment, bought The Blair Witch Project for $1.1 million from directors Myrick and Sánchez at the Sundance Film Festival in January 1999, the company envisioned exploiting the medium of the Web to compensate for its relative lack of funds for promotion. On April Fool’s Day, Artisan relaunched The Blair Witch Project Website with additional material, including footage presented as outtakes from “discovered” film reels, police reports, the “back story” on missing film students, and a history or mythology of the Blair Witch legend. The next day Artisan sent 2,000 The Blair Witch Project screensavers to journalists and premiered its trailers on the “Ain’t It Cool News” Website instead of on television or in theaters.

[ http://www.filmreference.com/encyclopedia/Independent-Film-Road-Movies/Internet-THE-BLAIR-WITCH-PROJECT-PARADIGM-AND-ONLINE-FAN-DISCOURSE.html ]

Anyway, back to the story- so I’ve been looking at lost of different marketing campaigns, from virals, to radio and television commercials, and was happily surfing through YouTube when the radio in the office cut out and everyone heard my speakers from behind the filing cabinet.

Usually, I’d be scolded with a ‘RUBY! Turn that rubbish off!’ but instead, Diet Girl sprung up from her desk and hung over the top of the filing to see what I was doing.

And there I was, watching my current favourite TV advert in the world:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CLUAbkRUvVQ

‘That’s it!’ exclaimed Diet Girl. ‘That’s the advert!’

It turns out that in Diet Girls’ other professional capacity (she’s a radio presenter), she’d discovered a record and played it to her listeners, before asking them which advert the song came from as she couldn’t remember.

Turns out it’s called ‘She’s A Rainbow’ by World of Twist (circa. 1991, I believe), and once she’d seen the advert, I got a hug and a chewy bone for being such a clever dog- she certainly didn’t say that after the cold water shower she’d had when I got in!

The rest of the afternoon I spent looking at  adverts, and The Master and Diet Girl talked about 90s bands that nobody remembers anymore. And thus, calm and tranquility was achieved in the office once again.

Guess who’s back, back again….

May 19th, 2009

no, not Eminem! Ruby’s back, tell your friends!

I almost feel like I’ve been in some kind of detox for the last week as I haven’t been online at all- and in a strange way, I’ve quite enjoyed it.

Tommy, the spaniel who nearly came to live with us but now lives with one of  The Mistress’s friends, has been staying with us for the last week and won’t be going home for another few days yet. It’s been nice having another dog in the house but to be honest, I did appreciate a bit of quiet time in the office this afternoon, as well all know that too much of a good thing leads to it not being so good any more.

Anyway, so I came into work and caught up with all of my emails on Facebook, Twitter and Myspace, and then logged into my Wordpress version of my blog to discover that I had fourteen comments pending! My little tail was going like the clappers as to be honest, between me and you and the wall, I was a little worried about leaving my blog in the hands of Diet Girl; it’s not that she can’t write, but she’s just so busy and by the time she gets to doing my blog for me, she never has anything prepared to talk about, which really riles me- I’m a stickler for preparation. In the words of the army major who was on the magic picture box the other evening ‘Preparation Prevents P*ss Poor Performance’. How true.

Anyway, as I clicked to see my pending comments, I was excited, and curious to see what Diet Girl had written to achieve so much attention. The page opened- and they were all spam! Gutted.

The spammy comments ranged from some guy who had apparently ‘been lurking around’ for ages and posted a link to a ‘great site’ where you could buy reworked games consoles from Germany, to the rather predictable ‘Great site- buy my cialias/viagra here’ links. How dissapointing, I thought to myself, before looking at them objectively- the posts were obviously standard paragraphs that had been cut and pasted into a variety of sites and forums in the vain hope of increasing traffic to their own websites, which is a mentality that I just can’t seem to understand.

I’m sure that the very cheap and shady (slim shady!) way of promoting your website may have been a little effective during the early days of the worldwide web, before most surfers were savvy enough to suss out the spam without clicking on it, in fact, I’d even go as far to say that it’s the dodgy foundation to modern day honest Search Engine Optimisation, but the fact that people are still using the method of spamming blogs and forums not just primative,but downright cheeky!

Do these methods actually work? Is Mr. X, a single man in Chorley, when perusing through my blog, really going to click on a link to a website that sells cheap viagra as ‘by chance’ it was something he needed alongside his regular (hopefully!) fix on my literary Paws For Thought? Do new businesses, and start-up businesses, and indeed any online entrepreneurial venturers think ‘I know, I need to get my online company noticed, I need some marketing- I’ll get someone with too much time on their hands to spam of load of blogs and forums with links nobody wants or needs?’

I used to think that nobody did this anymore, but I guess some people still are, and believe me, it’s not working for them. It can’t be. I know I’m just a dog, but if you want to promote your online business or company, use your common sense; get a good website built (when I say good I mean easy to use, aesthetically pleasing and informative), get a marketing consultant to help you, and ideally, make room in your budget to purchase some quality SEO services that don’t consist of black hat techniques and shady spamming- you need someone who knows what they’re doing to target the right potential customers- the people who actually want your product, whatever that may be. Even if it’s Cialas. Or a reworked Nintendo from Germany.

Hot or Not

May 13th, 2009

Hi, Diet Girl again, reporting to you live from a lonely office on a very wet Wednesday afternoon. I’ve spent the day doing marketing today and sending brochures out to the clients, and spoke to a lovely gentleman in Horwich who was selling up the business and moving to Thailand at the end of the month- the lucky thing! Anywhere is better than soggy Bolton at the moment, especially since I have Running Club tonight so will be doing two miles in the rain. Oh joy!

On the bright side, though, I’ve actually got something to say today, in true Ruby style, as opposed to just bumbling through an entry like I did on Monday, and it’s to do with my most favourite website in the world EVER….

http://www.hotornot.com

Now if you haven’t been there before, allow me to explain before you click on the link. I’ve been hanging out on this website for about six years now, and it was a fledgling wee thing back then- let me tell you. The basic premise is that you upload a photograph of yourself and some bits and bobs about your personality, and once your profile is uploaded, site users rate you on your looks- 1 being a munter and 10 being hot.

I did have a photo on there, I took it off a few years ago and never replaced it, but I was happy to hear that I’m a comfortable 7.5. I can live with that. A few years ago, due to the success of the site, you can now also contact the people on the profiles if you choose, and I’ve made lots of friends through doing this, however, due to trends on the site, I now use it for other purposes.

The site was originally set up by two boys, and I was attrated to it because it made us munters lacking in confidence and self-esteem happy; I’m a firm believer in that there’s someone for everyone out there, and what might not be one guy’s cup of tea may be anothers’ dream girl, which is all lovely.

So over the past couple of years, I’ve noticed a trend in the kind of photographs being uploaded. There seems to be a surge of people who try and ‘doctor’ their pictures to get a higher vote, which is daft, as they’re usually beautiful people already.

For example, sexually explicit pictures are not allowed, but girls posing in bikinis and shirtless men with their jeans barely clinging onto their nether regions are- and they use their bodies to up the score, instead being being more honest and just having a classic portrait shot.

Equally, I’ve also noticed that the percentage of ugly people is on the rise, and against these doctored, high scoring photos, there’s no competition- which is where I come in and do my bit.

You see, when I first joined the site, way back in 2001ish I think, I was gutted as my photograph wasn’t that good and I only got rated a 4. I was gutted. Seriously, it really bummed me out. And then some mystery surfer gave me a 10, and that put me on a high for days!

So now, when I have a spare minute online, I’ll go to the site and rate people, but I’ll do it backwards- meaning the narcissists who don’t really need to be told that they’re lifelong members of  The Race Of Beautiful People with their blantantly posed, half naked pictures get rated 1s from me. On some level, I’d like to think that takes them down a peg or two!

And in return, I rate those that may need a little help- both aesthetically and technically in regard to their photos, a 10. This is such a buzz when I discover after making my vote that I’ve been the first person to vote on them and thus somewhere on the planet, I’ve made someone really happy for the day, as now they know that someone out there thinks they’re attractive.

But as I said, this is a brilliant site and well worth checking out. I have met a lot of friends on it and when you’re having a bad hair day,it’s nice to know that someone out there thinks I’m a 10 too! If you have the bottle, upload your photo and give it a try. It’s free, anonymous and face it, if one of your friends sees you on there- you can always deny it and disguise your curiosity as a doppleganger!

Have a nice weekend, and the lovely Ruby will be back as always on Monday, or so I’ve been told. :)

Tumbleweed…..

May 11th, 2009

No, it’s not Ruby, it’s EJ (Diet Girl) here today. I’d totally forgotten that The Master and and Roo were on their jollies again this week, and came into the office this morning to find a stack of ‘to-do’ lists from Dan (that’s The Master in Ruby’s World) and Ruby’s laptop perched precariously on my desk with half a chewed up post-it note stuck to the keyboard. I guess she wants me to update her blog again.

Well, in all honestly, there’s not much to say really- unlike Ruby, I’m here to work, not just to fill my time until I get to go home, and you don’t really want to hear about my day do you?

You do?

Oh, right then.

Well, let’s see, I came into the office this morning- a bit gutted really as it’s glorious weather outside, and made a brew before working through my To Do lists. Answered the phone, got the post, sent some post, did some computer stuff. I helped Ollie in the office next door with his spelling (he’s dyslexic and ‘archaeologist’ isn’t any easy word for anyone to spell!) and then I did more computer stuff.

Not much to report really, apart from the fact that today I’ve got my head down to deal with the silence in the office. Ross (no wait, he’s The Happy Man in Ruby’s world) has been in and out a few times, but otherwise, I’ve missed Ruby and Dan today. Seriously, it’s been so quiet and mundane without Dan playing music from his side of the room and Ruby flinging Eric around like he’s a frisbee.

Actually, I suppose I’ve reached a realisation today- I get lonely when working on my own!

I’ll be back tomorrow, and Wednesday probably, as looking at Dan’s diary, they’re not going to be back for another week. In true Ruby style- until next time, kids!

Social Networking Etiquette

May 6th, 2009

The Virus has thankfully been banished from my laptop so I’ve spent today in my usual place, tucked behind the filing cabinet and enjoying a bit of radio, interspersed with Dentastix.

I’ve been writing this blog for a while now, well not years, but long enough, and am also a proud member of various networking sites, where I’ve been today now I’m back on my own machine. Anyway, I’ve noticed that there’s an unspoken ettiquette involved in such pursuits, and feel that someone should really outline this as there still seems to be lots of other surfers unaware of the major faux pas they’re committing online.

Myspace seems to attract the most prolific offenders in comparison to Facebook- but I’ll talk about that in a minute- but first let’s get everything in order. From what I gather, being a dog, and not an ego driven human or either gender, social networking sites are mainly used for you to contact your current RLFs (Real Life Friends) and make new online buddies. The latter case also incorporates bands, musicians, celebrities etc. whose work you like.  That’s all gravy.

But when online, some feel the need to disregard real life social graces, and online ones for that matter, and make asses of themselves, much to the irritation of many (including me!).

One of the most annoying ones, for me, which occurs on all social networking sites is when people (who are obvious strangers) put in Friend Requests without an accompanying message telling me who they are or why they want to be my friend. It’s so irritating, as curiosity often gets the best of me and before allowing them, I go to their profile and see if they’re normal, or I recognise them from somewhere, and ultimately, will I add them? It’s like going up to someone in the street, not introducing yourself at all and expecting to view all of their photographs and personal details- you wouldn’t do that in real life, so why try it online?

If the stranger’s friend request is accepted, this sometimes leads to a practise that also really annoys me- surfers who leave comments on your blog/wall/messageboard that are blantantly full of links to their own website, like they’re trying to steal your traffic. I know social networking isn’t all about getting traffic, but it is insulting to think that someone thinks it’s alright to leave spammy comments, which are usually advertising their own blog, a gambling site or a place where you can get the worst polyphonic ringtones known to man.

On the subject of comments, they’re lovely to recieve when they’re genuine, but on ocassion even nice comments can get irritating. It’s nice to read that someone likes what you’ve written, and that that topic of the day has really stuck a chord with them, or that they have a point to make that can spark off a good, deep debate- but when they’re posting glittery gif.s and ‘Dollz’ on your profile wishing you ‘Happy Tuesday’, that’s when it gets on my wick. You wouldn’t ring someone up and wish them Happy Sunday would you?

Along the same vein, are those spammy comments that either have a long story with a picture of a child or an angel/dragon/unicorn. If you get the picture with the child, it’s usually accompanied by a story of the child dying in ‘mysterious circumstances’ and unless you pass this on to ten of your friends within thirty minutes, then bad luck will befall you for the rest of your life.

If you get the angel/dragon/unicorn effort, it will probably have text along the lines of ‘this is a money angel/good luck dragon/ harmony unicorn and she/he/it will bring you prosperity and make all of your wishes come true if you pass it on to thirty friends within an hour’.

These are one step up from the chain emails of the nineties and early naughties which then asked you to ’scroll down and make your wish’. Oh purlease. That’s like pushing your own superstitious junk mail into your ’friends’ letterboxes.

On Facebook in particular, another version of spamming and annoying your friends without stories of dead children and lucky unicorns is to invite people to join you on an app. Yes, even I’ll admit on some ocassions, you can be invited to an app that is funny or relevant to your sense of humour, lifestyle, whatever, but the vast majority are an absolute waste of time.

The thing is, that it seems to be the majority of people who are strangers in real life yet ‘friends’ who send me these application requests- like Tatty Teddies, Hatching Eggs, Council Estate Gifts, etc. I hate every single one and to date have only really used ‘Notes’. Everything else seems to be a waste of time.

And finally, my favourite in this list of social networking irritations are profile pictures. This doesn’t occur as much as it used to, but there’s still a few people that are premium offenders in my book. I have no problem with people putting on pictures of themselves, or their kids, or a funny icon or whatever on their profile- it’s nice, but when people are blantantly taking sexual (is that the right word? In Dog Language, we call it something else) photos of themselves for all and sundry to see, I just find it creepy. I’ve lost count of the amount of people who have put in friend requests (with no accompanying message of course) and their photos is of the typical ‘mobile-phone-in-the-bathroom-mirror’ shot, shirtless if a bloke, and if a lady, clad in a push-up bra with arms squeezed together.

I’M A DOG! I’m not biologically programmed to fancy you! Take rudey pictures of yourself it that’s what floats your boat, but have a bit of decorum and don’t share them with the world wide web!

*paws for thought*

Having just read back on all that, I’ve just realised that was my first good rant in a long time, and you know, it feel so good getting all of that off my chest.

Until next time……

Unidentified Creatures…..

May 5th, 2009

Despite a lot of time and effort by the Humanfolk to try and eradicate the virus on my laptop, there’s nothing we can do to save it. The Master says we must wipe it all clean, which means I’ve spent most of the day watching Diet Girl put all of my favourites and files onto disks (because I don’t have thumbs, discs are fiddly, slidey, annoying things), so I haven’t spent much time surfing today.

I can still however, provide you with some paws for thought as Diet Girl also showed me two brilliant videos on her pc, one of which has baffled me beyond belief.

The first video is this:

http://www.maxim.co.uk/inbox/videoclips/16570/worlds_cutest_bird.html

Which, if you ignore the Damian music, is a lovely video of a friendly little owl. I’d like to know though, at what point did this wild animal decide to trust the humans enough to let them scratch his head? He’s clearly not in a zoo or sanctuary, but doesn’t flinch when the men touch him.

The second video, is the most baffling one:

http://www.maxim.co.uk/inbox/videoclips/16569/worlds_cutest_animal.html

Yeah, it’s a cute creature, the way it holds it’s paws up to get it’s belly tickled- but the baffling part is- what is it? The Master thinks it’s a wombat, Diet Girl thinks it’s a Ring Tailed Lemur, and Happy Man suggested it was Pamela Anderson, before we all ignored him and carried on watching the video, putting his comment down to wishful thinking on his part.

So any ideas what this could be? I spent half an hour today on Happy Man’s laptop whilst he was out and nobody was paying any attention, but Google Images didn’t yield an answer for me! Anyway, I’m back tomorrow, The Master’s doing the washing up so I guess it’s five minutes before we go and jump in the car home. Adios Amigos :)

Virus!

April 29th, 2009

Oh, I’m so frustrated today- my precious (albeit slavvered on) laptop has caught a nasty virus. From where, I’m not exactly sure, as I’m usually really carefully about what sites I go and what I click on, but this on has got me so annoyed.

It started off as annoying me on Google today- there I was, entering keywords and watching videos and that kind of thing, when instead of taking me to the link I’d clicked on, I ended up being taken to a totally different site (terrible design too, I might add- it was soooo 1997) and when I tried to click back, it took ten attempts to get me back to my original page as each back step took me to another completely useless search engine site.

Later on in the afternoon, the same virus made Internet Explorer shut down whenever I tried to access my Favourites, so I tried downloading Firefox. After countless attempts, the virus wouldn’t let me.

So I’m now officially frustrated, and if I’m ever unfortunate enough to meet the little geek who concocted such a virus, I’ll bite off his meat and two veg!

I seriously just can’t understand the logic of these people- I mean, sure, if you’ve got the knowledge and time to create a virus, then why not use it to some good? Why infect us personal internet surfers and cost us a fortune geting our computers fixed?

There was a man I read about, quite a long time ago now, and he was an extreme hacker and virus creator, who ended up working for the FBI as a result of his skills and notoriety, which is all good for him. But for every spotty little anorak that wants to emulate him, it appears that ordinary surfers like me and you are guinea pigs for his experiements. And expensive experiments at that.

I’m going to log off now and see if The Master can fix my laptop. He’s been on Twitter all afternoon (on my account too!) and is now addicted, so I hope he can spare me five minutes and I can begin Googlewhacking again.

Until next week! :)

Duende!

April 28th, 2009

It’s been a sleepy day at work today. Diet Girl is tired, despite going to bed at 7.30pm last night (I don’t know what tires her out to be honest, she seems to do nothing bar stare at her monitor and ocassionally make everyone coffee), Happy Man was grumbling about ‘Too many bloody council meetings’ and shuffled off to go home early, and The Master appears to be in a tired state too.

What’s wrong with these people? When I’m tired, I sleep. When I’m awake, I get up and do things. Maybe if they prioritised their lives a little better maybe then they wouldn’t all be walking around like the undead, but what do I know? I’m just a dog.

Anyway, the highlight of my day today has been this video:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FHXEqC5BCus

This is the version shown on Mexican news (or at least I think it is- as you know, English is still a relatively new language to me), and was shot originally by a group of young lads on their mobile phone whilst hanging around late at night, on a bit of wasteland (as teenagers often do, bless ‘em!).

I’ve watched this video today, personally, about thirty times; pausing it the moment Duende (Mexican for ‘Dwarf’ apparently) comes out of the bushes, waves and does his funny dance, and I can’t work out how it’s ‘done’.

Diet Girl is a total believer in Things That Go Bump In The Night, and this video freaked her out a bit, but me? I don’t think so. She tried arguing her case with The Master, saying that in Mexico there’s a portal from where Chupacabra came from (look him up on Wikipedia.org- I had to!) and that was probably where the Duende hailed from too. The Master responded by (rather wisely) falling asleep at his desk.

I reckon it could be someone’s little brother or sister, co-erced into hiding in the bushes for the price of a fiver until that opportune moment, but I suppose you never know.

Aside from my Duende day, I seem to have lost my holiday photos!! Am absolutely gutted- I’ve put them somewhere on this laptop, but I can’t find them for love nor money, so I’m afraid I’ll have to leave them for another day, and leave you on the edge of your seat (or your basket, dependent on your species of course).

Anyway, that’s me for the day now, The Master is now blaming his drowsiness on lack of caffeine (he has two spoons of coffee per cup, I’m surprised he’s not climbing the walls most of the time) and shaking my lead, so I’d best get back to being a family dog and take him home.

Until tomorrow, kids :)