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Life. It's a funny old thing, isn't it?

Just yesterday, I was wondering if anyone ever read any of my stream-of-consciousness babble. And then I found an email im my Inbox from the blogger team regarding how you look at stats for your blog.

Turns out 29 viewers showed up yesterday at Grumpy F1. Now, I know there are "bots" that scour the web finding out what you're up to so they can include you in searches. Or something. I need a good tech blog. Shame I don't know anyone (only kidding, Jompet). Well, the visitors came from the UK, US, Germany, Venezuela, Latvia and Canada. Crikey.

I'm sure the German viewers are loving my impartial views about their country's drivers. And the fact that Vettel is on on pole.

I'm intrigued. Who are you people?! Did you actually like GrumpyF1? Feel free to leave a comment....

(Playing this evening - The Art Of Noise, "Below The Waste" from 1989.)

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  1. Unknown24 July 2010 at 21:36

    Well check this out...


    6 twitter.com (3 sources)
    4 www.google.com (4 sources)
    4 www.facebook.com (4 sources)
    4 www.google.com.ng (1 source)
    3 www.google.nl (3 sources)
    3 www.google.ca (2 sources)
    2 grumpyf1.blogspot.com (1 source)
    1 www.google.si (1 source)
    1 www.google.dk (1 source)
    1 dns.qook.co.kr (1 source)
    1 www.google.ru (1 source)
    1 Direct
    1 www.google.co.il (1 source)
    1 www.google.fi (1 source)
    1 www.google.co.in (1 source)
    1 www.google.co.uk (1 source)

    I'm global.

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