Despite having lived in the US for a couple of years now and beginning to lose my English accent, I think if I ever met the bloke who does this, despite my love of beauty, elegance and other good things, I'd inevitably end up slapping him heartily on the back and pronouncing: "Good for you, mate. Nice one. Gotta hand it to you."
I've long wondered about those long-paged red-yellow-and-white sites. They've always seemed like they live in this other, mysterious world. A parallel web, at least. Who would read this stuff? Who would /write/ this stuff? Do they not know what they're doing? Now I know they (often) /really/ know what they're doing. It's not my thing at all, but it's impressive.
And yes, very much 4 Hour Work Week. Equally yukky and impressive all at the same time.
I've long wondered about those long-paged red-yellow-and-white sites. They've always seemed like they live in this other, mysterious world. A parallel web, at least. Who would read this stuff? Who would /write/ this stuff? Do they not know what they're doing? Now I know they (often) /really/ know what they're doing. It's not my thing at all, but it's impressive.
And yes, very much 4 Hour Work Week. Equally yukky and impressive all at the same time.