Some workmates Googled me the other day - I think in a fit of boredom they were doing the office. They got to read about a bunch of bike races I did a few years ago, and a few press releases about artists I write in a former life in the provinces. And some other vaguely interesting miscellany.
Which made me wonder whether I was sort of being stalked. It was all just a little bit creepy.
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What's worse, is when someone google's you and there is nothing....I put my name in...nada....just some bridalwear designer bearing the same name.
I don't exist in cyberspace
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