The PooterGeek site is being spanked like a cabinet minister at an upmarket brothel these days. Since about a month ago the number of hits it’s been taking each hour has jumped sharply. I honestly don’t have an explanation for it, especially as my work these days inevitably comes in bursts and requires me to travel about, forcing me to stop posting for a few days at a time without warning.
One thing that has brought more visits from Google—and all lanes of the information superhighway lead from Google—is the ongoing John Prescott soap opera. The number of people drawn here by combinations of the words “John”, “Prescott”, and “blog” is striking. And PooterGeek is only the third hit for most permutations. I think the gossip junkies would be better off visiting this treasonous papist for their daily spoonful of sleaze.
D’yer get many hits for “John Prescott” “spanking” “upmarket brothel”? Not saying there’s any connection between the three things, of course, but anyone who thought there might be would be set straight here. What about “Prescott” and “wedding photography”? That strikes me as the wave of the future.
I think he’ll make a standard ex-Labour politico’s career change and find himself some comfy quango jobs, rather than picking up a camera. Besides, one of the things guests say to me is that they’re relieved I’m not like some of the other wedding photographers they’ve encountered. In the words authorised by my legal team, let’s just say I don’t grab women’s arses, punch men’s noses, or scare the children with my face. And I drive myself and my equipment to jobs in one (small) car.
But anyway, now that you’ve lured me here under false pretences, would you mind telling me where I can find an upmarket brothel to get spanked at?
Surely it ought to be “spanked like a Tory cabinet minister”. These New Labour types are both puritanical and untraditional.