A new contender in the "People with more intelligence and/or time on their hands than me" awards is this sterling entry entitled: The Uselessness of Guestbooks. It is silly. It will take two seconds out of your life and make you giggle. Is not this worth it?

Simply one of the many fine selections discovered at The Useless Pages, soon to be my one-stop-shop for instant sniggers, I suspect. There's nothing like surety.

In the meantime, the aforementioned (or rather, belowmentioned, don't you just hate the blogger setup?) crutches have gone, escaped with a dodgy young man too tall to use them. I suspect he was taking them to watch porn, but for the sake of my fragile innocence, I did not think it wise to inquire more deeply.