For some reason I got talking to the missus last night, can't remember exactly what about, but basically we worked out that when Jacqueline Googled herself, Google reached straight into my blog. She spent the next two hours reading the innermost secrets of my life, looking at photos of Barney (the cat who died 2 1/2 years ago), the pictures of Carlo as a kitten (from almost 2 years ago) etc. etc. I never thought I was that interesting - I wonder if she learned anything?
Very boringly, when I google myself I am reminded that there is a moderately famous organist called Peter Hurford, and anything to do with me doesn't appear until Page 14 of the search results. Truly anonymous, that's me.