Entwhistle Syndrome

I was just Googling a book I wanted to offer as reading material, after commenter XWL linked to Amazon, when I was suddenly taken aback for one minute.

Most of us by now have heard of the sad case of the Massachusetts family gunned down in cold blood, allegedly by my compatriot, Neil Entwhistle.

For the record, I think he's as guilty as all get out.

Also, I think Brits should stay out of Massachusetts, as that porker Louise Woodward can tell you.

But that's not what made me pause.

It was because Mass police obtained his internet records, and it was found he had been Googling about adult escorts, porn, and how to kill my wife (paraphrased, but you get the gist).

Now, I am hardly the paranoid type -- I leave that to my Mata Hari-like mother --, but in the past few days, I've become hyper-aware of my Googling.

What will people think, when they discover my nefarious searches on Google??

So in the interest of public disclosure, all the rage in this post-Jerry Springer world of ours, I will pre-empt police sleuthing and reveal my recent Google search records, here and now.

(Clicks on "History" in the IE bar up top)

"Brazilian transvestite book"

"Windsor Castle litter disrepect"

"Hot Peruvian dishes"

"French Monk sex"

"Naked Snorkeling Bahamas"

"Dorks"

"How to kill my condo president"

...Honest, Officer. I was doing 55.