Seeing, about a month or so ago, the amazing adventures of two men who travelled the globe persuading people to wear balloon hats, and then took their photos, reminded me of something my brother-in-law did, on a smaller scale, around this time last year.

Said brother-in-law was down over the New Year, and so I asked whether I could put his work on the web, and he said I could. Presenting, then, hopefully self-explanatorily:

Joe Martin’s Leek Tour of Nottingham. (Tell your friends).

And to pre-empt your questions: a) why not? b) it was going to be a marrow, but he couldn’t find any, and c) yes, there is one in every photo. Probably.

For every Alan there is a Telsa, for every Neil an Amanda, and so I join the ranks of husband-and-wife webloggers as someone calling herself ‘Lemly’ gets a wiblog.

I’m at some pains to point out that, unlike these people, the name ‘Lemly’ appears nowhere on her birth certificate, but it admittedly seems to be what everyone calls her these days.

I foresee rather more of our personal life being divulged in that directory than in this one. But as long as she doesn’t tell anyone about the [INEXPLICABLE MUMBLING], we’ll be OK.