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A quick note about how search engines work

(Having just had a quick glance at the referrals log, and fuelled by my apparently compulsive posting today)

To the person who arrived at Coastalblog via a google search for "Leighton Buzzard + Katey"

(believe it or not, and I didn't myself before a quick look discovered a joke at the expense of that particular town in close proximity to a hello to my dear friend Katey - enough of a conjunction to propel me into the top 5 results for google searches for Leighton Buzzard + Katey, and I suspect I'm rocketing up the rankings the longer this post goes on)

There is probably more than one person in Leighton Buzzard called Katey. You may want to be a little more specific in your search. Like a surname, for example. Brought to you by Coastalblog, your guide to the world of facts.

(actually, the more I think about it, was this person cyber-stalking poor old Katey from Leighton Buzzard? Was this bit of hopeful googling the first, inexperienced and faltering step upon a road which will end with small items of said Katey's underwear from her washing line in the watery Leighton Buzzardonian sunshine? Possibly her balenciaga bag being lifted from the big sofa at the Leighton Buzzard Starbucks where she gossips and exchanges details of glittery nail varnish nocturnal escapades with her neatly turned out best friends Rachel + Leighton Buzzard and Angela + Leighton Buzzard. I do not hope not, I could und up being an accessory to the theft of accessories, and that simply wouldn't do at all. So, if you're reading this STOP IT AT ONCE, unless your intentions are purely honourable in which case, jolly well done old man, as you were).

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