It was more exciting in some ways though. It was so seemingly random what you'd get from different engines for the same search. That was the period that hooked me into the net completely. Sitting on my own in the computer room in the early hours, hopscotching through different searches, trying to find weird and wonderful stuff, en countering all these odd little sub-cultures, and occasionally unearthing little treasures. All to the flickering blue glow of a crt monitor. I felt like a ghost in the machine. It was great.

Almost made up for my adolescent disappointment at realising the Vic20 was not a route into Wargames -like shennanigans.

Did you Googlewhack?

No, not that, this:

I actually accomplished this feat once. Once.

I used the phrase marmalade fetish. This would have been 1996-ish?

Have youever watched Gorman's Googlewhack Adventure?

It's brilliant. Very, very funny.

From your wiki link: