And the award for best blog about a blog goes to .....

As eagle eyed viewers will be aware, my humble foray into blogging has been nominated for an award in the New Media Awards run by New Statesman.

This is the very same awards scheme that Anya herself was so proud about being nominated for last year (which is sooooo last year!).
My thanks to the peeps who took the time to nominate this blog and to all of you who go there and leave messages of support.
There's a certain feeling of irony that this blog about one of last years nominated blogs is now a nominee itself.

Naturally I won't win.

Other blogs nominated so far include far worthier causes where people are trying to promote awareness of issues that affect many lives, usually in a bad way.
All this blog is trying to do is raise awareness of one persons self promotion scheme that suckered in feeble minded sheep who don't have the ability to think for themselves.

I try.
Lord knows I try.
I try by pointing out the obvious discrepancies and faults in logic that ws posts and attempting to do so in a humorous and entertaining way (after all, we all need a chuckle throughout the day) but I guess some people just want to believe any old tosh.

After all, they read it on t'internet so it must be true, right!

So good luck to the other nominated blogs and web sites in the 2007 New Media Awards.

Ones such as:

"Save The Ribble"
You could do your bit by popping down and collecting jam jars full of it and storing them in your garden shed for generations to come to enjoy.

"Headliners"
A group who want to bring back the art of placing a pudding bowl on your head as a guide for hair cuts (I think).

"Intelligent Giving"
Obviously anyone who bunged some dosh at Anya's Paypal account won't understand this concept.

How many noughts?

In the interests of investigate journalism (just call me "Scoop Peters"), I have been regularly monitoring the World Wide Intrawebnet for news of our beloved flim flam femme fatale and am sorry to report that I missed an article that was published in June 2006 concerning the Worlds greatest author since old Bill Shakespeare thought to himself "I know, I'll knock up a play for a larf!".

Not only was I most remiss in missing this gem, but it highlights just how bloody blimey popular she became in a matter of mere weeks.
Cast your mind back to the infamous BBC article where they first mentioned the oft recurring figure of 200,000 hits.
Now the more eagle eyed amongst you may pick up that this was the number of hits that the BBC site itself received regarding the Anya story but Anya sicko-fants seized upon this number and began reciting it as the number of readers that the Wanderingscribe site itself had.

Clearly some discrepancy there as the BBC article merely claimed that Anya's site had been recieving 11,000 hits per week (since March) but alluded that her new found popularity was due to the initial BBC article which was published on April 24th 2006.
Those of you with a keen grasp of all things mathematical may deduce that April 24th (1st BBC Article) to May 31st (2nd BBC article) equals 5 weeks @ 11,000 readers (and they said READERS, not page hits) which comes to 55,000 readers.
But lo and behold, this figure was dwarfed by another article that was published in June 2006 by The Pavement, a magazine relating to homeless bods where they inform their avid readers that Anya's site had clocked up an amazing 2,000,000 visitors (yep, that's 2 MILLION) to her site.
Sacré Bleu !!
Of course, if we had our cynical hats on (and to be honest, they are this years fashion must have), we could take anything that The Pavement takes with a pinch of salt.
After all, they cite that Anya's "journey to celebrity is an epic one".
Celebrity?
Say What !?!?

Later on they refer to Anya as a "‘nobody’ turned world famous ‘blogger’"
Oooooooooooooooooooookay.
Perhaps they need to research the definitive meaning of "World Famous"

They even dazzle us with the "biggest revelation" that Wanderingscribe's real name is Anya Peters.
Sorry lads.
She lied to you (Quel Supríse!)

Let's not be too harsh on 'em though.
After all, they do provide some solid advice on where you can get away with swigging your cans of Special Brew without getting fined in the London area so they must have the best interests of homeless folks at heart.

Hmmm.. Maybe they'd imbibed a few samples before writing the Anya article .....

Lulu says No-no

Devoted Anya Sicko-fants may wish to take a seat before reading this article.
In a surprise move that has had literally 1's of Wanderingscribe fans gasping in disbelief, Anya's blog has been totally ignored in the 2007 shortlist for The Lulu Blooker Prize 2007.

For those who are bamboozled (isn't the English language wonderful) with the exact meaning of the word "Blook", I shall elucidate.
A Blook is a blog that has been turned into a book (it wasn't rocket science, was it) and the Lulu Blooker Prize is the world's first literary prize devoted to "blooks"-books based on blogs or other websites.

As I was recently reminded what a great success Anya has become after getting her book deal, it should have been a shoe in (isn't the American "language" dreadful) that she would be guaranteed a short list place if not the top spot in this prestigious award.

Sadly though, with blauthors (that's a blook author according to some American that made the word up (isn't the American "language" ghastly)) from around the world to compete with, Anya failed to even get a mention.

Unfortunately this means she won't be able to display one of those cute graphics advertising her blogging/blauthor prowess like the one from the New Media Awards of last year.

The one she didn't win.

She's getting quite a collection.

Kiss me, I'm Irish (and homeless)

With St Patrick's day looming large on the horizon, perhaps we may see a post from Anya going on about her Irish roots.
After all, it would be a shame to miss out on an opportunity to "big up her book" regardless of how scant the link.

I do hope she writes in character .............

Well now, oi wuz sitting here in da auld jutty out kitchen de udder day, tinking about when oi wuz homless back in da auld country.
One day oi wuz sitting under one of dem dere big sticky tings (ya know, with all dem leaves an tings on 'em) and tinking to meself "Wouldn't it be grand to have a motor car to live in" when all of a sudden, up pops a bloody leprechaun.
Well Jaysus, oi nearly shat meself but he wuz a friendly wee fella and granted me wish and gave me a clapped out auld car to keep me white pudding and shelalagh in.
Twas a grand Motor car too and oi thought to meself "Oi'm off to London to seek me fame and fortune" so off I goes and manages to foind some laneway to park in.
"Ahh Jeez this is grand " oi'm tinking "but how do I get the fame and fortune bit?"
After a while it comes to me.
"Oi'll write about me journey here and about the wee fairies that come dancing around me motor car at noight when oi've had a wee dram of the potcheen oi keep in the boot. Ahh Jaysus, oi moight even tell 'em how I talk to the trees loike that wee fella from it ain't half hot mum".

And the rest is history .......