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This is a test – http://www.craigbradford.co.uk/gggh/

Move along now, there’s nothing to see here.

I promise I’ll write you a proper post soon. With hactual words, and erm pictures and things. I’ve been busy.

Don’t look at me like that. Only my Mother gets to look at me like that. And you are not my Mother… Unless you are and you’re reading this.

Fine!

*slams bedroom door*

a4uexpo Bavarian Beer and Sausage on Stand 50

I heart Bavarian Beer.

I heart sausages.

50 isn’t my favourite number, but as stand numbers go, stand 50 is pretty darn lovely because it has Bavarian Beer and sausages.

Bavarian beer is pretty nice because of the Reinheitsgebot Order which only permits the use of water, hops and malt as ingredients… Or at least that used to be the case, until it was repealed in favour of the rather more boringly named Provisional German Beer Law which now allows loads of other crap to go into Bavarian beer. Progress. Grumble. Moan. In my day blah blah blah.

What do you need to go with your Bavarian beer? Sausages my friends, sausages.

In Germany they love sausage long time. They have tons of varieties of sausage including Wurste, Frankfurters, Wieners (wieners is a word which will always cause me to giggle), Bratwurste, Rindswurste, Knackwurste and Bockwurst…

What’s the wurst that could happen eh? (D’ya see what I did there?)

Wondering why the fuck I’m blethering on like some weird automaton? It’s Paddy’s fault. Read all about it here – a4uexpo Bavarian Beer and Sausage on Stand 50

Look Mum, I’m on the Internet

Talking about that SEO thing I do…

My head looks odd, huh?

You should also read the behemoth linkbait guide written by the scarily clever and ridiculously young Ed Fry. It contains (amongst other things) some pictures of cats.

It’s Very Shit Darling

Hello my loves.

Remember me?

I used to write my little brain farts here. Until life got in the way.

I’ve got so much to tell you I don’t even really know where to begin. I went to Seattle for MozCon – and they let me on stage. To speak about SEO.

Which is foolhardy when you consider that despite three years of explanation, repetition, mime, and screaming ab-dabs I’ve still as yet been unable to explain to my Mum what the hell SEO is.

Fortunately I was standing up in front of 500 SEOs which made the task somewhat easier (mainly because they don’t stop you half way through to ask what SEO stands for), plus I was armed with ‘Sleepless in Seattle’ mugs, fridge magnets and snowglobes to make the audience love me give away.

Also on my side was my British accent; which I’m reliably informed by Geraldine makes me instantly one of the smartest people in the room (or at least sound like one of the smartest people in the room which is definitely almost the same thing). Oh and that British accent also raised my hotness by like a million percent. It’s official. I am so much hotter in America. I might move there*.

Plus it was double-awesome to finally meet Kate. We got to spend some time working on our respective presentations on Tuesday which was fab. Mid (my) spiel I saw her in the crowd and said ‘Hi Kate’ and waved. (Just an FYI – it’s probably best not to do that when you’re supposed to be presenting – it’s not particularly professional – I’ve watched loads of TED talks and none of them do it.) I thought I’d got away with it, but it apparently did upset at least one attendee. We’ll call him drunk, creepy guy because that’s how he chose to behave at the first night drinks thingy**.

Anywho it was great. I met some really lovely people (you totally know who you are), and ass-hattery was definitely kept to a minimum. Oh and I learned a lot too. Let’s call that winning.

What else? I’ve been to four weddings (and no funerals). I’ve two more weddings to go. 2011 will definitely go down in my calendar as the year of the wedding. I find it really difficult to articulate quite how I feel about all these weddings. Is it ok to be happy-sad at weddings? I’m not sure that says anything good about me. I think maybe I’ll talk more about them in another post.

Closer to home they’ve ruined my local Tesco. Which makes me hate them even more than I did before.

One of the many improvements they’ve made include:

  1. Stocking far less product that they used to before.
  2. Dumb fridges with doors on that mean that you can’t get your grubby mitts on the stuff that you want to buy because there’s some indecisive, pain in the ass idiot in your way.
  3. A total re-layout of the store so you can’t find anything.
  4. Self-checkouts which prevent you from purchasing anything more than 4 items on account of the bagging area being baffling small, and removing anything from the bagging area causes alarms to be raised and you’ll be treated like the tea leaf you almost certainly are not.
Because I’m pathetically lame these things bother me more than they should. When I was younger I used to go out and have fun, now to replace what’s missing in my life, apparently I whine about supermarkets. This makes me hate myself. In order to make me feel better about myself I like to project on to Tesco.

I would go and get help for this issue only:

  1. I don’t believe in psychologists (even though I’m pretty sure they do exist).
  2. I don’t really earn enough to afford a psychologist.
  3. Psychologists scare me because I suspect that their proximity to emotionally disturbed people might make them emotionally disturbed.
  4. They may project their own emotional disturbance on to me, which in turn may my exacerbate my issue with Tesco.
Over lunch yesterday I was telling my Mum how shit the new Tesco was. Her response?
Yes, it’s very shit darling.

Yep – looks like I managed to bore even my own mother.

We then went on to talk about who I should take to my brother wedding. (Did I mention that my ickle bro’s is one of the six weddings that I’m going to this year? – Well I have now.)  We were discussing who I should take as my +1 as my best buddy Stevie Plunder can’t make it. My Mum was pro me taking a male friend. This pissed me off because I get all high and mighty about being single lately. (I’m not sure why this is.) Male escorts were debated at length but eventually discounted (my Mum was broadly positive about the idea – I think this may have been a clever piece of reverse-psychology, not that I was particularly serious about it in any case.)

In other news my ickle Mummy until today thought that Kindles were called Kimbles. As in Richard Kimble the Fugative. I swear to God she’s so on her way to being a meme. I should probably quit my job right now and just devote my life to documenting her online.

And now I’m rambling. It’s kinda late, and I’m kinda tired so I’m going to hit the hay.

It’s very shit that I’ve been so remiss and left it so long darlings.

I missed you xxx

*Yes this makes me very shallow.
**It’s not so much that this guy doesn’t have a point, it’s more that he was very drunk and creepy. In my experience if you want to make a serious point it’s important to at least try not to be drunk when doing so. I’m not sure if you can help being creepy, but if you can try and keep your creepiness in check you may find less people give you weird looks and/or mouth ‘help me’ at their friends and/or pretend they need to get another drink / go to the toilet just to escape you.

I Got Love for You

Well hello there my lovelies.

Less than a month ago in a bold/foolhardy fashion I decided to leave Gravytrain without another job to go to. I’m very pleased to say that the gamble has paid off and I’ll be joining the fabulous guys and gals at Distilled on Monday!

Over the past few weeks I’ve been overwhelmed by the messages of support, retweets, offers of freelance work, recommendations, suggestions of companies I should apply to – and the list goes on.

You are all kinds of awesome.

I’m not sure how I can ever really repay you; but if there’s owt you ever need, hit me up. Seriously.

I’m damn sure that I couldn’t have done it without you.

Hannah xxx