As I may have mentioned before, I ‘read’ a monthly Swedish house magazine. Considering that Swedish papers aren’t allowed to print the names of people arrested for crimes (they are always ‘the 43-year-old’ or ‘the mother-of-five’), it’s strange how house magazines frequently identify the people whose houses they feature.
In the last issue there was a great house, and I particularly liked it because it’s near where mother-of-witch came from, so the style of architecture was exactly what I have been exposed to from an early age. Needless to say, I wouldn’t mind a house like that. Especially after someone else had restored it.
I didn’t recognise the name of the part of town it’s in, so I googled it, and got nowhere much. I then fed the name of the house owner into the online telephone directory, and got his full address and also a map of where the house is. That’s almost OK. What I also got was his date of birth and his ‘name day’, his mobile phone number and his email address. I also know that the domain name for a website with his name is still available to buy.
Once you know when someone’s birthday is, you can click on a link to send them flowers. Very handy. But if you should ever happen to find me, don’t bother. I’m allergic.
I didn’t take it any further, but people’s declared income is the next thing we may want to know. Exam results, obviously. I don’t think they do shoe size. Yet.