Monday, February 04, 2008
I lived in a car you know ......
I am sitting here trying to catch up with emails.
Lots of them from people telling me how I saved their lives, the lives of their unborn babies, how I cured leprosy in their village, how I made water appear in the most arid deserts and how I cured cancer.
All from reading my book.
As I sit here in my dingy bedsit I'm always amazed at the view.
Over there on the left are the great pyramids of Giza, just next to Niagara Falls.
Then there's the twinkling lights of the Eiffel tower towering over the Mighty Amazon river.
Sometimes I take a stroll down the Great wall of China that runs right outside my bedsit, past the Statue of Liberty at the bottom of my road, alongside the Taj Mahal and round the corner down to the local newsagents which sits under the shadow of the Colosseum.
Stefan Tcholzinzki (the kindly bearded owner who reminds me of Dumbledore) always falls at my feet and gets his staff to scatter roses before me as I stroll up and down his aisles, selecting such exotic wares as half an ounce of Golden Virginia Hard Shag and a bottle of Peruvian Yaks milk before returning to my dilapidated bedsit to stare once more at my PC screen and immerse myself in the halcyon days of yesteryear.
The days when I was living in a car.
Did I mention that I once lived in a car?
And I wrote a book which you can buy from the many many links and references I post on my blog.
The self same blog where people come to leave such wonderful bum licky messages of support.
Somehow life just isn't the same since I got four walls around me.
Ahhhh... the good old days.......
But of course you didn't come to my blog to hear about me popping out to to the shops or staring out the window at world famous landmarks that I can see (each and every one of them) from my Stained Glass Window (designed incidentally by Leonardo Da Vinci when he was staying in Hackney for a while).
You came to post comments about how I have saved this entire planet by virtue of my great writing what I are wroting in mi book whot i are wroted.
God bless you little people for merely dreaming to have the lifestyle that I have.
For spending your hard earned welfare tokens on my book
For you are the wind beneath my pants ......
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I was going to kill my kids before I read your blog. Then, after I had finished reading it, I killed them anyway, but I would like to thank you for helping to fill in a bit of time.
Manly Fred West style hugs..
I read your article from reader's digest asia (Febuary). I was just so touched how come from a very wealthy country there are still people living in a car or somewhere perhaps. I come to wander, how about with the third world countries, where do they go? those people can't afford to buy car, house, or anything. I hope you can be an instrument for some shelter... my reagrds...
I certainly am an instrument.
Or perhaps ..... a tool.
Instru-mental Hugs.....
Lady Anya of The Rover
one dont have to live in a car to be miserable scared lonely and has reached ones end the mind is a very fragile thing as im sure you know well help help
Bugger off ya needy twonk !
Today, for the very first time this year, I saw a puddle of sick on my way to the shop.
You are the destiny of yourself.You can choose to let the environment around you hinder your character and affect you.Or you can use it as a tool to motivate and inspire yourself to be all that you can.It's pretty obvious which choice you've made.Thank you
17years of age,Singapore
Christ... how wrong I was... She's bonkers.. take a look at this drivel....
Friday, April 18, 2008
...like bookends
I was thinking of my old bookcase today. Pining for it. It was a wood-worm-riddled, junk-shop find from outside a shop up near Leeds just after my last year at college. Somehow I'd managed to hang on to it through countless moves over the years. Until the year before last, when all my belongings in storage were sold-off without notifying me, when I could no longer pay the bill and didn't have an address for them to get in touch to let me know: everything from diaries to cutlery to washing machine to a triangular piece of the Berlin Wall I'd hammered off myself to every photograph I'd ever had, to that lovely, dark-wood bookcase, went.
It was wider than most bookcases, mahoghany or a dirty oak I never knew how to tell, with four shelves — a larger one at the bottom for dictionaries and atlases and all my old Law textbooks, the three others bowed under the weight of an ever-changing hoard of paperbacks that I loved taking out at random, sometimes just for five-minute reads one after the other, tuning into the sound of all those distinct voices while pasta boiled or toast burned, unconciously getting the rhythm of the voices in my head until they were familiar, before snapping them closed, blowing the dust off another and spending time in other company and another world. A wooden pelmet, with three carved spirals along it, grey with clogged dust, came a few inches down over the top shelf and one of the front legs was shorter than the other requiring a wad of paper wedged in to stop the wobble, and it smelt of the dark oil I occassionally used to clean it and the damp Woods from where it once must have come.
In January every year, as close to the New Year as I remembered to do it, I used to clear all the books from the top shelf, wipe it down, and only fill it again with any book I'd read from that date on. It was very satisying from month to month watching the top shelf fill up again, as much as the ones beneath it, almost like watching a child grow; and seeing it so empty at the beginning of the year was always a good incentive to get to bed early to crack the spine of a new book, and form a good habit for the rest of the year.
I thought of that today, because I just did it here on the unwonky Ikea bookcase I bought as a replacement last year. So far there are only six books on it, not good for April. But hopefully passing it every day on my way out the door will shame me into reading more.
Hopefully, too, in the not too far distant future, there will be space on it for another one I have written myself.
Saw lovely, blue butterflies in flight today. Don't think I've ever seen blue ones before, not like these anyway — small triangles of bright, summer-sky blue — like little chips of sky — fluttering above long, green grass at the back of a churchyard. And, for a change today, the sky was almost the exact same colour. Yesterday's hailstones almost don't make sense. So, for the first time in weeks, I'm just about to take my bike out and hope that if the clouds darken I can cycle faster than them.
Thanks for all your comments...It's great knowing people are still reading and really interesting seeing where you are all from.
Thank you for inspiring me.. i have been going through some tough times..but you made me realise that my tough times are just nothing compared to what you went through.. my love life problems are nothing compared to you having to live in a car..how ungrateful i can be..thank you for bcause of u, i am writing my heart's contents and it made me feel better..
Real name of Wanderingscribe is
Anya McGrath
Anya McGrath is the name she used to register with PayPal and solicit money from unsuspecting public. It must be the correct name or else she would not have been able to transfer funds from PayPal to her bank account.
Now some of you know the area where she live. How about doing some research (voters list, etc) and expose the whereabouts are true background of this liar and a cheat?
hahahahahaha! funny stuff!
It seems she has her own show now on a London radio station.
Really?
Let's have details then.
Station?
Times? etc .....
jesus there are some real nasty people onine and your one of them!!! i just hope one day you will be in the situation that anya was!!! the karma table will turn on you one day!!!
Up ya bum.
If you can't see a fraudster for what they are then you deserve your claim to fame to be outlined in chalk.
Whos calling me a fraudster!
Besides I used 'Wanderingscribe' cos it sound better and makes me more money
Hugs!
Anya McGrath
Ok, sorry but you are pathetic!! You moan that she goes on and on but thats about things that mean a lot to her. You're going ON AND ON about how 'pathetic' she is- literally in EVERY message- do u not think that's a little pathetic in itself? Change the record and grow up! It was a great book and if youre gona waste your time taking the piss out of someone who has had a less fortunate life than yourself you really need to evaluate your own life! People like u make me feel sick, it's pathetic! As someone else said, lets wait for karma to take its cause!
I read the book and I think that is a good book but is very sad, when you say all the details... How can exist so many people in this world that cause to the others so much pain? how can it be?
I think that you are a woman with very strength and brave...I hope that you can find the freedom and the happyness..
I think you are out of your head on Crack Cocaine but it doesn't make it so.
Or does it ...........
i just want to say that when i read your book i struggled to get into at first, thinking oh its other one of these. I kept going and eventually I couldn't put it down, I could see parts of my life in your book. i still to this day shut it out and it was never as bad for me as it was for you. Your courage has left me in aw. you are an amazing person who has come a long way and proved that no matter what life throws at you, you just get bac up and keep going.
I respect you dearly and hope one day I can face my fears and deal with my problems as you have.
thank you for giving me that little bit more courage xx
hey erm..i saw ur book in my library the ova dai and i was attracted to it..so i decided to c wat it was abt..i was soo engrossed in it that my head was literalli stuck in the book..i finished it within a matter of a couple ov daizz..i love reading biographies even tho some of the horrendous things haunt me..i alwyzz moan abt typical day to day things but when i read ur book..it made me realize how lucky i really am..iv only cried in two hole books in my entire life..one of which is harry potter but dat was onli coz one ov da twins died lol..but ur book made me cry and i culdnt stop..ive read books similar to urs but dis one touched me for no apparent reason..so when i got to da end ov da book..it felt like something good entered me coz i knew u was safe and sound..it must have been really hard for u to write that book but thanks to u..people are in bettter places..i hope ur ok and livin a life that you've alwayzz wanted take care ov urself..xx
Fanks.
yur koments meen a lot to me and yu can rite neerly as gud as wot i can.
hugzz
Anya
Hey!!!
Loved ur book. Twas the mst awesome book ever but u know the comment right? Do u comment as Wandering scribe or Anya McGrath? lol soo confused.
You r my inspiration, Read ur book in lesss than a day! Lol btw im 16 nd wantin to be as successful as u are!!
Love ur awesomeness!!!
Why do you hate this girl so much?
not being funny but i find some of your blogs really rudee to us readers who like to follow your story. i know your story isnt a particualy nice one but there realy is no need to be so rude.
i find it really upsetting, after reading your book i was inspired to write about the stuff that has happened to me and now im just insulted
You fags make me laugh. Stupid, outraged comments trying to appeal to this retard's conscience. You're giving him/her/it the arguments it[I think I'll stick to this pronoun] so obviously craves.
As to the writer of this blog, I think you're in desperate need of some hobbies. It's a tad bit entertaining I must admit, but it doesn't hold a breath to Anya's real story. Kinda shows how pathetic people can be..
Cheers from India.
Hey Broken Wings,
Wanderingego is "Doing the needful".
What more can you ask of one of the finest literary minds to ever grace a blog?
Bless you Jacko.
Veni Vidi Bloggo.
:)
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