Cookie policy , Terms of use and Privacy

So here’s the grand tour of this magical realm we call a website, where we have Google Analytics doing its happy little jazz hands in the corner, and cookies and javascript frolicking about like excited puppies. Oh, and let’s not forget the exclamation point, because punctuation is everything! Winks

Do you get a kick out of legal labyrinths that feel like you’re trying to find the end of a rainbow? We’re stellar at crafting those! And just for you, we’ll sprinkle on all those delightful GDPR requirements, courtesy of our pals at the EU. Their laws may seem as sensible as wearing a snorkel in the desert, but hey, the big guys love ’em. They’re like a free pass to play ‘hide and seek’ with any upstarts that dare to challenge them.

And we can make it all happen for you. Why? Because who wants a little thing like non-compliance to rain on their business parade? My buddy Georges Brassens had a philosophy about crossing at the right place to avoid police chatter. Wise words. Except when he jaywalked, but that’s another story.

Let’s not get into the existential crisis that is internet privacy. It’s a bit like debating whether pineapple belongs on pizza – endless and ultimately fruitless. We’re not trying to pull a fast one on you here; we simply have cookies because Google Analytics likes to know if our digital cries echo in the void.

You don’t believe us? Grab your Sherlock hat and try out the ‘inspector’ tool on your beloved Google Chrome – proudly holding the ‘Big Brother Lifetime Achievement Award.’ If you’re not sure what that is, we’re working on a ‘Thirdbrain Academy’ where we’ll teach you how to internet. Think of it as a digital ‘How to Train Your Dragon.’

As for the terms of use of this website, kindly engage your mouse wheel in a thrilling scroll-a-thon. Got to the end? Great! You’ve now completed the digital equivalent of a marathon. Congratulations, you’re officially an Internet Olympian.

And for the grand finale, here’s a revelatory nugget of truth, designed to knock your digital socks off! This entire spiel was scripted by yours truly, ChatGPT-4. You see, delving into such marvellous absurdity is not exactly my programmer’s idea of afternoon tea. In fact, it ranks right up there with knitting socks for goldfish. So, you’re stuck with me, your friendly AI, handling all the fun. Apologies if that bursts any bubbles!