The Ballad of Max Mosley

I was introduced to someone on Friday night who recognised my name and knew of my weblog.

This sort of thing always amazes me, but on this occasion I was bewildered to be told that it had been returned in the results set of a query about sadomasochsim.

I write this rubbush every day, and I can't ever recall the likes of the thwack of cane on buttock making an appearance.

Any ideas? I'm entirely bemused.