Just for the hell of it, I decided to follow up on my idle threat to delve deeper into the comments to see what I could find.
Here are a few graphs, deduce from them whatever you want.
The total number of comments was 183, left by 37 readers.
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Scotland 20, Rest of the World 5
I'm not much of a stats-whore, but I do like to use such data to see if there are any trends and/or patterns hiding in the figures.
Here is the latest curiosity:
Of the 25 most recent comments left by visitors to this blog, 20 have been left by Scots.
Further analysis reveals that all of the most recent ten comments left by visitors to this blog have been left by Scots.
Now, for every statistical oddity there's usually a rational explanation, so they say. The trouble is, I'm having a hard job finding the correct reason for such a statistical pattern. So far, I've come up with the following possibilities:
- Scots have far too much free time on their hands, and they spend too much of it on the internet;
- Scots are more sociable than other folk, hence they are better at inter-personal communication;
- Scots are highly opinionated and talk too much;
- I write good stuff that only Scots appreciate, stuff that's just goes over the heads of other folk;
- I write drivel that's ignored by all except Scots, who find it to their taste;
- I live in the wrong country.
- Scotland 20
- England 5
- Rest of the UK 0
Totally barking
I'm not one of those weird tree-huggers, but I will admit to fondling my wood now and again.
Just a few pics of our willow tree, taken this afternoon as the sun was lowering.
Stuff global warming, it’s the festive season
Yesterday evening the kids and one of their friends dragged me out to see the Christmas lights turned on in the village. We all liked the illuminated tree next to the church, but we were a bit wary of the radioactive reindeer that had invaded the Horsepool!
For Comrade Napoleon.
"... they had come to a time when no one dared speak his mind, when fierce, growling dogs roamed everywhere, and when you had to watch your comrades torn to pieces after confessing to shocking crimes."
Make of that what you will.
That’s a negative, Houston.
With a bit of snow, a cheap camera and any old version of Photoshop, even I can fake a lunar landing...
