Valentines referrals

As is often the case, I've been analysing by visitor stats -- and I'm faintly amused at what I see as 'seasonal' posts. It's Valentine's -- for better or worse -- and I've seen an exponential increase in the number of people finding my blog after they googled a certain heartbreaking turn of phrase from Damien Rice: It's the wrong kind of place to be thinking of you". I can empathise with the lonely, the dumped, the heartbroken -- those trying not to think of that one person.

Hot on its heels is the popularity of self-loathing, in the form of a line from a Vines song: "She never loved me, why should anyone" is always good for a few hits (heartbreak never goes out of fashion), but it has seen a recent surge of interest.

Hits for people searching for Greg Lake songs about snow, Christmas, peace and earth have unsurprisingly dwindled -- that they are there at all might have something to do with the recent snow across Britain.

The search term I like most, that I think should be more common, is the succinctly put "like cock hate men". I'm sure there are many girls out there who can identify with the feeling expressed by this searcher from Tampa, Florida -- at least occasionally.

I think the most romantic search phrase of all time to lead to my diary is this one from Connecticut, USA: "lose virginity with someone you have no affinity". Because it rhymes, I'm inclined to think it might be a song lyric -- or maybe it's from an amateur love poem, for this special day.

It's good to know that googling the phrase "destined to die alone in a room heavy with the tang of cat wee" leads to my blog. It could be a glimpse of my future, but it is actually from a half-forgotten post a year ago.

But perhaps the key to my own heart lies somewhere in the phrase "snowboard sonnets". Yes, any ladies out there whose interests include board sports and poetry -- or even better, sonnets about board sports -- please form an orderly queue.