Enigmatic Buggering Around

Google Analytics is a wonderful little bit of software. Not only does it tell me that on November 5th nine searches were made for the "David Southwell vs. David Icke" while only one person was looking for "David Southwell's Coal Hole Club", it continues to provide fascinating insights. Beyond letting me know which ex girlfriends bother to check English Dreaming, English Rain and that I have two regular readers in Peru, it is so versatile some souls have begun to use it for sending me cryptic messages.

Of theses analytic messengers, only Dickon bothers to sign his keyword trails (though it is not too hard to work out where the message “David Southwell Black Star salutes you” might originate from). Reading these messages, there is only one big mystery: why bother? It is beyond me why the person writing: "David Southwell Big Secret Dorchester", "David Southwell Dorchester Can Supply Co-ordinates" and "David Southwell Investigate Dorchester" cannot just use an old school cypherpunk remailer like everyone else. It is probably age related, but I have no patience with enigmatic buggering around these days.