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Web sites

I do web sites for people. I’m not going to include any links as this is not an advert for my work, or for the people I do it for, and I am not boastful about my efforts. I do the sites for free, for fun, plus they do help the people concerned, and they are happy enough with them.

It’s amazing how many sites you find even now that look very amateurish. Spelling mistakes, broken links, missing graphics, shops or other systems that don’t work, childish fonts, you know the kind of thing. Given that there are so many tools available, like WordPress here that I am using simply to save effort, that can produce a really nice, simple but professional looking site with minimal effort, poor sites are inexcusable.

My pet peeve is keeping it up to date. If someone I know says ‘X is now Y’, and I am really happy to change it. I want to get it right. It’s for you, Mr (or Mrs) Client, it is in your best interest for it to be correct, and I don’t know. I don’t want to be saying to them ‘this has been the same since December 2013. Is it still correct?’ to get a lot of abuse about ‘I’m too busy to correct it right now’.

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Sport

I have never really ‘got’ sport. I understand why it appeals. It’s mindless. Some sports ‘allow’ people to be abusive, violent, racist, drunk and it’s an acceptable excuse to do those things.

At school we played rugby something. No-one ever explained the rules, so it’s very hard to enjoy something if you don’t know what is going on. In the summer it was cricket. For a time, when I was maybe 10, I followed football a bit. Scarborough Town. Don’t think they exist any more.

I do understand darts, if you can call that a sport. Throw things at a target and get points. And snooker. Actually, watching snooker on tv used to be great as Ted Lowe had a soothing voice that sent you to sleep, but the current commentators talk all the time and very loudly and say nothing. One snooker ball is much like an other, except for the colour, and it’s all fancy potting and very little of what the game name implies, snookers (ie tactical play). And the current players lack personality. Too much money in the game, I suppose.

I get golf too – hit a ball with the stick.

The worst is formula 1 racing. You’d think it was about drivers driving cars quickly to see who is the fastest, but it now seems to be about the colour of the tyres they have. I know someone who loved it and went whenever she could. More than 15 years ago she was paying nearly £100 per person for the British grand prix. I asked what she saw. The cars zoom past, apparently, but you can watch them on a big screen!

I guess Wimbledon starts soon. There is all the clamour for tickets for the main courts, to see the British player, hey let’s not be jingoist, but then they all go off and the place is empty.