On April 30th just after 3.30pm, I snatched up my phone and bit the bullet. I called up the journalist that had 'interviewed' me (I say this loosely) and expressed my upset at her not actually stating that she was interviewing me and my concern that I would be included in a feature about revenge, which is not what I, or this blog are about. I told her quite shrilly (I was stressed for fecks sake) that I did NOT want to open the paper and see something like "Blogger gets revenge on ex with her blog!" or some other pathetic headline.
I went onto the Daily Mails supposed section for women yesterday and actually nearly threw up in shock!
"Don't get mad, get E-VENGE!"
It's even worse in the paper where just in case the Daily Mail hadn't quite put the full boot into misrepresenting me and featuring me in article full of TWENTY SIX inaccuracies about me, they added a sub header of "It's the new mantra for women using the internet to take revenge on cheating men".
Really, I don't think I have EVER been so angry!
I want to categorically state for the record that I did NOT set up this blog to take revenge on my ex. I set up this blog after a bad date with PC Plod, the extremely nice guy but incredibly boring copper. God that was almost four years ago!
I found out that my ex had been cheating after I started the blog - actually it was the following day. But actually, you don't need me to tell you this because anybody can read go back and check the facts and see for themselves!
Just to show how inaccurate the Daily Mail are, let me give you some interesting figures:
In June 2004, my first month, I wrote 23 posts (yeah, I was single and used to update frequently!)
Out of 23 posts, only one post is dedicated to him which equals 4% of the content.
There are 2 more posts that make a reference to him. 1 post is a positive reference and 1 post is about men peeing on toilet seats and I wisecracked that he missed the rim.
In July 2004, I wrote 27 posts. 0 were dedicated to the subject of him. 2 made a reference to him and 1 made a reference to our engagement which I just realised that I have still forgotten to sell after FIVE years!
In August 2004, I wrote 22 posts. 0 were dedicated to the subject of him. 2 made a reference.
That means that out of 72 posts written in 3 months, 1 PERCENT of the posts were dedicated to him!
8% referenced him.
1% referenced the engagement ring.
Now what they don't know is that FORTY THREE PERCENT!!! of posts in June 2004 seem to mention toilet seats and the fact that I was living with that strange man boy who literally couldn't p*ss on a toilet seat to save his life!
Now, how the hell did the Daily Mail come up with the idea that I set up a revenge blog when I wasn't even writing about him, never mind taking revenge? What was I doing? Taking revenge on toilet seats and men that can't pee right?
Oh and I went from being engaged for 14/15 months (I forget now after soooo much time has passed) to being engaged for FIVE years! We've been broken up for five years and I've lived in London for seven... I'm only thirty so did they think I was some sort of frickin' child bride?!
Twenty frickin' bloody six inaccuracies or just outright fabrications about me in one poxy article and to add insult to injury, they didn't even mention Baggage Reclaim which was the only reason why I had initially agreed.
Of course I have written to the Press Complaints Commission, the editor and yada, yada, yada, but the fact remains that their papers become someones loo roll the next day but that pile of shite that is their article is up online telling anyone and everyone that I am an e-venger. It's pretty disgusting and what's most appauling is that they have reduced four years of this blog, two and a half years of Baggage Reclaim, a year of Bambino Goodies, and various other blogs plus my contributing...to an act of revenge....against someone who didn't even mean enough for me to even fully dedicate the one blog post about his cheating. I even said "The revelation last night doesn't hurt, but it does anger me, but even that has passed." and then in true me fashion, I rambled on about my period....
Oh and I know for a fact that they stopped publishing comments on the story yesterday as I was contacted by several people who said that they had commented to set the record straight. So not only do they want to put up 26 inaccuracies about me, but for some reason, they don't want anyone to know about it...
If this was pre-internet days, I really would be up sh*ts creek without a paddle but thankfully the internet which has made me connect with thousands of people, make quite few friends and acquaintances, and even a stalker...has meant that at least I can respond."
We have Lily... she's currently sleeping, which is exactly what she has been doing for the last four hours. Oh to be a puppy and sleep that much. I slept really badly last night and could do with another four hours sleep. Oh well I guess she'll be up and about later.
She's gotten loads bigger, she has big floppy ears and huge paws. She didn't get car sick and she likes eating my fingers.
Right, going back to watching really bad film on ITV.
She's gotten loads bigger, she has big floppy ears and huge paws. She didn't get car sick and she likes eating my fingers.
Right, going back to watching really bad film on ITV.
Blogging is an interesting subject matter, and one that is topic du jour. More to the point, the use of blog content to sell newspapers. At the moment it seems to be the Daily Snail (Mail) who either steal content or defame people who have blogs. So, NML, who has been defamed by those idiots over at the Daily Snail, has put out the word, that she wants to set the record straight, and so she should. Shame on reporters who make things up, just to try and sell papers. Papers that are worth nothing more than floor covering for puppies. Anyway, below is the post that Natalie has published. You can get to Natalie's site by clicking on the link under the post.
I will admit this does feel a little like the bit in Hackers (yeah I know) where the word goes out to "Hack the Planet!". Blogs are a right for all those who have them. Freedom of speech reigns in countries that permit it. So we should all stand together united.
"Thursday, May 08, 2008
The Daily Mail Newspaper Tells Everyone that I Blog for "E-Venge"
Yes I know I was supposed to post something about things to do before you're 30 and the irony of it, but my weekend was hectic and my birthday was on the pants side of things.
Anyway, wondered what all the fuss was about, so I've signed up for Twitter, my updates can be found at the following location:
One suspects I might be slightly crazy, not only did I go to Ikea specifically for the purpose of buying things the puppy would like, I spent quite a bit of money on her.
I bought something R has described as a Kangabunny... (don't ask, I said it was a bunny and R said it was a kangaroo), and a big blue Loch Ness monster, that looks, well, deranged. Seriously, deranged. Anyway, we're now proceeding to take it in turns to hug the toys and the blanket and the cushion. Now that makes us deranged doesn't it? Apparently the puppy will need things that smell like us in order to familiarise herself with us.
So, I've spent the afternoon puppy proofing the place, OK, so the kitchen, larder, utility area and bathroom. I'm not doing the hall on my own. It's hard work this puppy business, and we haven't even got the little monkey yet.
I bought something R has described as a Kangabunny... (don't ask, I said it was a bunny and R said it was a kangaroo), and a big blue Loch Ness monster, that looks, well, deranged. Seriously, deranged. Anyway, we're now proceeding to take it in turns to hug the toys and the blanket and the cushion. Now that makes us deranged doesn't it? Apparently the puppy will need things that smell like us in order to familiarise herself with us.
So, I've spent the afternoon puppy proofing the place, OK, so the kitchen, larder, utility area and bathroom. I'm not doing the hall on my own. It's hard work this puppy business, and we haven't even got the little monkey yet.
Well I think I'm in the minority. I don't live in London any more, but I wouldn't have voted for Ken Livingston even if I had been living there. I don't care what people say, I think a change is needed, I think Boris may come across as a bumbling buffoon, but he's really quite intelligent. Labour had to go, lets just hope the same thing happens in two years time to the rest of them, Brown certainly has to go.
In a rather hillarious (well I think it is) send up on the "things to do before you are..." I thought I would put it out to the challenge (ok all of my four or five regular readers). I'm 31 on Monday, I have the next four days off, I can't afford to do anything now (thanks car, really appreciate it). So, can anyone think of anything stupid and cheap I do before I turn 31? (you know, I know, nobody will post a comment).
I'll post a semi humours attempt of things I want to do before I'm 30 (no that's not a typo, I think it'll be funny), over the weekend.
Five seconds after stepping off the puddle jumper, it felt as though I'd never left, that the gap of five months could have been five days. All in all it was a duration of five, one way or another, count it in seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks or months. I was back in London for a Expo at Earls Court.
I was walking down the underpass from Paddington Station and all the chilled, lassez faire approach to things went out the window and I wanted to scream at the person who was weaving from side to side with her kid, taking up all the space, "The sign says KEEP FUCKING LEFT" It took every ounce of lip biting to stop myself. Why does London do this to me?
I don't know what I was expecting when I got the station, but it wasn't what appeared to be the Harry Potter film crew filming at the end of the platform I pulled into.
Still I got lots of ideas for work, which I'll probably forget no doubt. It's also nice to be home, even if it appears to have turned into the Lake District round here.
I was walking down the underpass from Paddington Station and all the chilled, lassez faire approach to things went out the window and I wanted to scream at the person who was weaving from side to side with her kid, taking up all the space, "The sign says KEEP FUCKING LEFT" It took every ounce of lip biting to stop myself. Why does London do this to me?
I don't know what I was expecting when I got the station, but it wasn't what appeared to be the Harry Potter film crew filming at the end of the platform I pulled into.
Still I got lots of ideas for work, which I'll probably forget no doubt. It's also nice to be home, even if it appears to have turned into the Lake District round here.
It was big, it was black, it was hairy, and it was going to kill me. OK so it wasn't going to kill me but the rest was true. It was a spider. A big spider. They don't normally bother me, but this one started to scuttle towards me as I lifted the dog basket up. So I did the only thing I could think of, squeal. OK squeal and then suck it up into my freshly cleaned Dyson. I'm never going to somewhere nice in the afterlife, but in my defence, it was going to kill me.
Watching the girl next door dance her way up the garden path while she was watching her shadow. I'm sure she would have been utterly embarrassed if she'd seen me watching, so I withdrew from the window.
In other news, R is committing mass murder of the wasps that keep coming into the conservatory.
In other news, R is committing mass murder of the wasps that keep coming into the conservatory.
Well today mainly involved getting up early and going to visit the puppies. You see we are getting a Golden Retriever, we have a name and I think we maybe a little closer to deciding which of the three bitches is Lily.
Lily the puppy
Yes you can go all "Awwwww... she's so cute" 'cause she is. I cuddled her for about five minutes, she managed to get her paw down my t-shirt, lick my neck, lick my arm and tried to wiggle off. She's very cute. For more photos go and have a look below.
More Puppy Photos
Lily the puppy
Yes you can go all "Awwwww... she's so cute" 'cause she is. I cuddled her for about five minutes, she managed to get her paw down my t-shirt, lick my neck, lick my arm and tried to wiggle off. She's very cute. For more photos go and have a look below.
More Puppy Photos
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