It started off when I bought a new computer and digital camera. I got on Binkie, my bike, since sadly stolen, and rode around Windsor taking photos to put on a hobby website.
Beats fishing. I do not get colds and no fish get killed. Or golf. Pick the ball up. Put the ball in the hole. Problem solved. Do golfers eat peas by trying to flick them in their mouths with a ruler?
In those cowboy films they ride up, throw a rope over the horse and a plank of wood outside, go in the saloon , then there is jingly piano music, then shots, then someone comes flying out through those swingy doors but no-one ever steals the horse!
I now have Twinkie, the replacement. I bought it from the priest at the local Catholic church.
So I bought it from the Pope! So I bought it from the Almighty!. So if someone steals that. zap ,lightening strike.
I registered a serious name, www.windsornet.co.uk.
I thought to put on a links page to other Windsor sites. Over forty there now. Opposite Windsor castle was the Windsor Castle Hotel. I looked on the web and found

Message from the proprietor.
 This is Arthur Brownwindsor's own isolation ward. Arthur has sent you this lovely postcard. Kissy kissy.
Now you can say hello by sending an email.
The postcard is a link to Arthurs own web site.
There you will find Frequently Asked Questions.
Never asked questions.
 Dont ask questions!
Damn silly questions and much more.

If you have broadband and sounds you might soon be able to hear Arthur's entry to the BBC stand up with a zimmer comedian talent competion. He did not win because he did not say "bum" often enough.

www.windsorcastlehotel.com It was in Jaolagalon Road. Aurangabad India.
Found “The Windsor Family” Pig farmers in Canada. Lots of pictures of pigs. I found Barbara Windsor the lovely sctress. I realized www stands for Weird Wide Web.
Hence www.windsorsoup.co.uk .
But Arthur Brownwindsor? Type the name into the search box and try any of the engines. There is Arthur. He is on the Web so he must exist.