Keir Royale

This is all getting very self-referential.

First, I mention that someone searching for Alan’s Keir’s salary found my blog.
Next I find someone else has ended up here while also looking for old Alan.

He must be a popular chap, or perhaps not. Maybe a couple of assassins are trying to find out what his regular habits are in order to do him in…

I have to look though, don’t I? This Alan Keir chappie must be big somewhere, and I have to know who he is.

So I google his name, and what do I come up with?

First, something about a bloke who works for HSBC - no wonder they wanted to know what his salary was. He’s probably one of those guys who pays less tax than his cleaner.
I did say probably, and if Carlsberg can get away with it then so should I.

But anyhow, second in google’s search is, yes, you guessed it, this blog!

Because I mentioned that someone was searching for him, the next search someone did for him found my mention of him.

It’s enough to send you off into la-la-land, with your red handbag, scooter, large orange ball and big blotchy hat.

Now I wonder what would happen if I mentioned Paris and Hilton - all in one sentence - while referring to my recent luxury weekend break in the capital city of France?

I guess you’d know I was making it up, so I won’t bother.

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