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Curious, I recently have some visitors googling for John Climo. Who he? You cry. Gather round my children, and I shall tell you a tale.

It was early 2006. X-factor still had novelty value and we were still only two eighties revivals into the decade. Truly they were heady times. We got our brains beat out on a weekly basis at the Albert's pub quiz, I was yet to marry, and I didn't yet know every episode of the first three series of futurama verbatim, a world of possibility lay before me. As it turns out not so much, but who was to know in those fragrant, crazy times? Also a chap by the name of John Climo got sent down for the murder of a local chap, allegedly in a contract killing. I mentioned it in passing (possibly not entirely seriously) as that was the sort of thing I did, I may have alluded to said conviction not being entirely kosher.

And blow me down if there isn't a great big virtual free John Climo campaign on the go. And your humble correspondent is steamrollered in its path. Now, I'll be honest with you, I haven't really researched the facts of the case in any depth. A few things about it seemed odd, but when it comes right down to it I have many, many other things to worry about. But still, what an odd, tangential relationship to build.

Speaking of which, I appear to have a bunch of readers (or maybe just the one, with three computers) in California all of a sudden. Hello, you, I hope you're all well.

Admittedly I also had a vistor of late who got here by googling "Ben Summerskill cunt". I fear they may have been contextually disappointed. The moral of the story, kids, is that search engines aren't actually attuned to your emotions. Because they're search engines. Get a hobby.

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