To balance out the post of extreme intelligence I made yesterday about improving stage conversion, here is a slightly less work-related post about Jon buying a brand new PS3 Slim… and he doesn’t look too impressed with it. I am however impressed that I managed to get a nice (read: no hand signals) photo of Jon. Ahh, it’s like Christmas…

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I’ve just written an article on my own blog with regards to form conversion, and thought it’d be appropriate to post it here on the Netbasic blog too! I quote:

It is absolutely critical when developing a form that must convert well to accept pretty much anything in the form. For example if I want to write “15,000? or even “£15,000? in the amount box for my insurance, then let me! Don’t tell me it’s wrong, because it isn’t.

So here’s a big hint to form developers on business-critical forms that must convert well: don’t be lazy – let the customer enter whatever they like, and try and interpret the data the best you can. Even better – if you can’t truly determine what the user has entered, provide some feedback.

The issue here is that automated handling of data is never going to be as accurate as a real person checking over things. When validating form fields, we need to do the best job we can to make what the user has entered into something that we understand, and not just throw a wobbly if we can’t understand it – as I say in the original article, provide some useful feedback to the customer and help them out as much as possible!

Click here to read the original article.

conversion · form · validation

Sii asked everyone what they were doing after work and if we all fancied a pint to kick the weekend off.

Power couldn’t make it (and so neither could I), Kelvin’s not allowed and Chris lives in Brighton so he said he’d only go if Sii were to give him a lift home afterwards – he’s done it before, and it’s not that far really!

I then said, “well, if you’re going all the way to Brighton, you could just drop me off in Wantage on your way back so I can go and see my sister for the weekend, rather than spending 2 and a half hours on the train.”

Sii said “No, I have to be home for 9 when my mate Rich arrives”. “He lives in Richmond, doesn’t he?” I note “that’s on the way from Brighton to Wantage. Ish. – You could pick him up too and you’ll be back by 9 anyway!”

Doubting my skillful directions and win geography, Sii asked me to plan his route on Google and see what would happen…

Ok, so it’s 237 miles, and he’d be home 11 rather than 9, but still… my weekend would have had a great start!

Meh.

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