Hi, I'm the Wirral Squirrel, purveyor of all things Poo related.
I was intending to keep an F1 Theme to any post I may add to the blog, but right now I think this is more of an appropriate subject matter.
My Father In Law (to be, as I'm not actually married.. Yes I can hear you Harpo)
He's a Cock. A Stubborn Cock at that.
See, I have my angry head on, and the aforementioned old duffer is the cause of said angry head. He has some software that he Invented, and it is rather good. It stops Farmers from losing all of their money and putting their shotgun in their mouth and pulling the trigger. Anyway, being one to help others in need (especially family) He asked me to help him build a website, and I stupidly agreed, despite not really having built one. Ever. Remember, this little gem of an invention could be left to us in his Will one day, so I was just thinking about looking after the inheritance!
From Day One, I knew that it was going to be a bad idea though. I offered suggestions as to the direction of the site only to be met with some piss poor mockups he'd created and a demand for "I want this" . So I attempted to recreate what he wanted, despite the fact I knew that the site which we were giving birth to was a Dead Cert to Fail.Massively.
I then set up Google Analytics, and waited. I could see my theory slowly becoming reality..
First he decided he wanted a "sale" as his software wasn't selling. I did that.
Then he really started stressing as he couldn't fathom why farmers "STILL didn't want to buy it"
So I told him today, via email His Website is CRAP. By sheer coincidence, they were coming up to visit other relatives this evening, and popped in to see us. Our discussion quickly turned into a "heated discussion" and ended abruptly with him storming out of our house. He simply can't accept what I am telling him. Being over 40 years his Junior, he obviously thinks I know jack-shit.
I know a little. Actually I know more thanks to my man Harvo, who says I fail at making the Internet. And it is so True. I do Poo, that's my thing.
The moral of this Story: Never work with your family. Just hand them the shotgun and let them play "Sad Farmer" on their own.
And yes, I was going to add some LOLPics. But I failed at that too. I need to go to HTML Special School or something....






