However, instead of writing, one rainy Saturday afternoon I find myself googling that song from the eighties by Owen Paul. Like you do.
And on the same topic I offer my favourite ways to waste time:
- People of Walmart - I just love them.
- Twitter. Eavesdropping and gossiping at the same time.
- Property porn. I can sometimes be found skulking on estate agents' websites. Not that I have house envy, just to check...
- What's for tea? Recipe surfing. I think the first books to die will be those by Ramsay, Lawson, Smith et al. Now I just bung a list of what's in the fridge in the Google box and see what's on the menu.
- Keeping up it trendy. We need a new word for the disappointment felt when you discover the trending topic name is, in fact, a footballer you don't care about. But if I didn't check I might miss something.
- The Daily Mail. Don't approve, don't trust and know what their game is. However, that doesn't stop me going there...
- Ebay. So cheap it doesn't count as shopping and I might not win the auction.
- Vital statistics. Not vital at all, but that doesn't stop me loitering in Google Analytics.
- Making discoveries. Finding a site or blog post that makes me say "I bloody love the internet". Then promptly forgetting about it.
- Finding work. Finding work is all very well, but I don't have enough time to finish the work I am already commissioned to do. Must stop.
- Snacking. Oh yes, can't work while eating, can I? Fridge here I come.
- Prowling. Probably just as well I don't have colleagues in an office. I can be found in any room in the house, especially while on the phone. Often I take a baby wipe with me and rub at fingermarks.
What are your favourite wastes of time?