STOP THE PRESS !!

Despite only having an agent for a few weeks, moving into her new bedsit, unpacking, eating beans on toast and watching Big Brother, Anya has had time to finish her book. That's right. It's finished !! How do we know? Because it's already being advertised on Amazon with the length of 320 pages being quoted (and apparently she's now a little girl !?!). Surely even her most sycophantic followers that have been showering her with good wishes and hopes that life gets better for her can hardly fail to appreciate that it just is not possible to knock a book up in a couple of weeks. It had to have been written already. Which makes a mockery of the whole homeless element. The very basis for starting her blog in the first place. Or was it? There were some amongst us who thought it was all an exercise in getting a book published. And lo and behold, it's true. I wonder if the BBC will be singing her praises now when they realise that they have been duped into giving her the publicity she craved all along.

Abandoned ?

As news of Anya's book deal starts to spread, her work so far is being critiqued by her peers and, as happened previously, it's found to be wanting. An article on Grumpyoldbookman's site gives some background info about the book deal, including the news that the title will be "Abandoned". (I prefer "Doon The Laneway" but I suppose it doesn't have the same "pity me" ring to it). Although her blog was how she came to the attention of book publishers, well, that and her drive to publicise it on book review sites, the book itself will be "a memoir of Anya Peters's abusive childhood and subsequent homelessness." Riiiiiiiggghhhtttt........... So she was living in her car because she was abused as a kid. Funny how her blog didn't really mention that bit much. Not much at all. If a minor celebrity had been abused as a kid then it usually comes out when their career has hit a bit of a slow patch and they need a boost but as Anya is only famous(?) for her blog then it's yet another puzzling element as to why anyone would be interested in her story. Anyhoo, some of her soon to be peers have popped over to her blog to eye up the competition and it has to be said, they ain't trembling in their boots. "... this must be the biggest non-story of the year" "I'll certainly read the book if I get a night off sticking pins in my eyes." "I stopped reading her blog, not only because she hasn't posted much of anything since her book deal, but also because she's become repetitive and quite boring." I think Anya also managed to ruffle a few feathers amongst professional authors by stating "Writing a book can't be that difficult." Yes love, any old Tom, Dick or Anya can knock one out just by staring at trees for a few weeks (or so you are led to believe). That poor ghost writer has their work cut out.

That darned btinternet email address

A frequent topic of debate on Wanderingscribe's comments sections (before she shut them down cus the questions were getting too close to the truth) has been Anya's use of the wanderingscribe@btinternet.com email account. Her Sicko-fants have defended the use of it by making up stuff to defend her (as usual) but Anya herself has always made no comment. Indeed, she has rarely, if at all, answered any of the pertinent questions that have been asked about her supposed situation So let's ponder for a few moments on the email address. In one of her earlier posts she mentions that she chose the name to reflect her circumstances. How bizarre. Was she already homeless at that point? I only ask you to consider this because, on the sign up page for a btinternet account, the terms and conditions clearly state "Requires a BT line or similar non cable line." So you have to have a BT line to have a btinternet account. So was Anya homeless when she chose the wanderingscribe moniker to use as her email address? Surely homeless people don't have broadband or even a landline phone? But the terms and conditions on that page state that "All internet calls charges appear on your telephone bill". But where would the bill go to if you didn't have a phone. Which would be in your house. Which you wouldn't have if you were homeless. Now Anya did confess that when she signed on for her benefit, she claimed to be living at an old address (which is benefit fraud) so could she have been using this same old address to maintain a telephone line there? But how did the monthly telephone bill get paid? By Direct debit from her bank account (the same one she recieved her benefits and later, the paypal donations) from? Hmmmm.... I've never been homeless but I'm pretty sure that if I was and I absolutely definitely had to have an email address, I'd have a free one like Hotmail etc. instead of going to the trouble of paying for a telephone line at an old address merely to maintain a suitable email address that I'd thought of before I was homeless. Unless of course it was integral to my cunning plan (© Baldrick) to get a book deal .................. But even then, it doesn't add up. Like so many things in Anya's blog.

Has the drivel stopped?

Those of us that may have been hoping that the torrent of tedium had terminated were dismayed to find that, now that Anya has finally unpacked all her bin bags into her bedsit, her blog has a few extra posts of.. well, the usual mix of no info and tons of flowery waffle about nothing in particular. Springing back into life on Sunday, she whined a bit about someone impersonating her (I suspect she means wobblingscruffbag) and then gave a pathetic reason about why she had switched off comments. It was to stop someone impersonating her. Sorry love, run that one by me again! The comments had been moderated since May 6th and she managed to allow all the obsequies posts through whilst removing anything that cast the merest shadow of doubt about her endeavour to get a book deal. Once the book deal had been obtained however and she had found a bedsit, the comments were totally ignored. Even though the only ones that would have appeared would have been those in praise of her and her upturn in fortunes (and based on the previous track record of the sad individuals that thought of her as "one of the family" and "prayed for her", you can bet there would have been several hundred), not one comment was deemed worthy to be published. Perhaps Anya had got what she wanted from the blog and didn't need "the fans" anymore...... But still they wrote ....... Hurling their messages of devotion and everlasting love at Anya's comments box in the vain hope that they would be smiled upon and they'd be able to show to all the world that they hadn't given up. Tsk Tsk.. Such a nuisance for Anya who had better thing to do now (like make Beans on Toast and write about Trees some more). But still they wrote ....... So Anya changed the settings on her blog so that only Team Members could post comments. Except Anya was the only Team Member. Problem solved you'd think. Nobody was worthy to be in Anya's gang. Oh dear... That might be a bit of a PR faux pas when it comes to publishing time. So out came the lame excuse that the comments were turned off because of the "masquerader". That'll stop 'em. errr.. OK. On the plus side though, she won't be distracted anymore so she can turn her mighty intellect to book writing. But let's hope there's a ghost writer involved somewhere or they have decent spell checkers/Grammar checkers at HarperCollins. For someone who is supposedly well educated, the amount of errors creeping into the posts are appalling. Some of you may think I'm being picky but if you aspire to be a writer, surely you should be able to write. And proof read your work. There's no excuse for tardiness. I look forward to her book being reviewed by this site. But then again, Anya isn't that bothered about the little things like attention to detail. It's what has tripped her up time and again in her postings and it's what will be her undoing eventually when (if) she brings her tale to a wider audience. And I'll be right there behind her. I'll be the one saying "No no no, you don't wanna do it like that, you wanna do it like this!".

More review copies printed

In an effort to overcome the luke warm reception at the news of Anya Peters forthcoming book, more copies of the first draft have been printed and sent out.

This batch was more warmly received.

Wanderingscribe Abridged (2)

I have recieved thousands of emails from people grateful for the first abridged version of Wanderingscribes tedious blog and so offer up the second summary. For the benefit of new readers, I have taken out the introspective 6th form angst riddled clap trap and just present the facts in order that you can quickly get up to speed on what this site is all about. Part one covered events up to the end of May and here's part two. Are you sitting comfortably? Then we'll begin ............ June 9 - My neck hurts June 25 - Turned off all comments completely. June 26 - Unpacked. Ate some melon. Opened and closed a desk drawer a few times (seriously) And that's it to date. I'm sure you'll agree it's a piss poor effort but by the time all the waffle is taken out, that's all there is. Perhaps she has a part time job making sandwiches in those crummy back street shops where it's all bread and no meat.

First Review

Using my contacts inside the literary world, I have been able to grab a first draft of the forthcoming epic of major proportions by Anya Peters (Wanderingscribe) entitled "Doon the Laneway". As is customery, well known authors are often approached and asked for a comment to add to the book cover and I have also obtained a copy of some of the intial approaches made to authors after they have been sent a review copy of the book. Here are some of the responses that I don't think will be making the cover of Anya's first book. "Anya who?" Stephen King "How did you get this number?" J.K. Rowling "Utter Tosh! ..... My eyes felt like they'd been raped....." Catherine Cookson Maybe with book two then .........

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Sadly it seems that Anya's nomination in the NewStatesman' s New Media Award 2006 failed to make an impact on the judges. Despite mustering all her talents to pour out her heart and soul in an effort to reach out to others, she was beaten by a site that slags off Tony Blair and a Youth Club of 11-25 year olds. Will this further indication that she has absolutely no talent, thwart our heroine of the laneways in her efforts to get that book foisted on an undeserving public? We can only hope ..........

The Critics Speak

Now that Anya has secured her book deal through subterfuge and downright lying, she'll have to face the beady eye of the critics. Not the fawning muppets who have been fooled into singing her praises via the comments section (until even Anya got sick of them and refused to moderate any more) but the real life ones. As the promosed book is still quite a way off, they have taken a sneaky peaky at Anya's work so far and viewed her blog. Oh dear .... The Book Trust posts info about books to be released in the near future and they have taken the time to posts some of the comments that viewers of the BBC article posted (presumably they were too busy to actually visit the Wanderingscribe blog or they just couldn't care). The comments ranged from "heartwarming" and "wonderful" to "totally not interested" and "this deal makes me sick". Meanwhile, over at The Friday Project they have taken the time to read the blog. Well, some of it as their stomachs weren't strong enouigh to face the sheer avalanche of peurile prose. They do seem to have a grasp of the subject matter though as they surmise that the blog was the resut of several factors:

• Anya's miserable childhood (You are nothing these days if you didn't have one of those or were abused as a child (but I suspect the abuse bit will be saved for book two))
• Her relationship problems.
• Her financial problems.
• Her mental breakdown.

Pssst Guys, you forgot the No. 1 reason which was her desire to get a book deal They continue "Wandering Scribe actually becomes quite exhausting to read after a bit, because of all the wonderment and beauty and deep thoughts. And prose that's straight out of the Self Help section of Waterstones". They even have a view of the comments posted by her sicko-fants: Sadly, even if you're a fairly sympathetic person, reading this glurge starts to turn you into Norman Tebbit. I wonder if her agent has pointed this out and that's the reason why no more sickly lovey dovey comments have been approved by Anya? Not to worry Anya Fans, as soon as she starts her promotion of the book, you can bet that those comments will be opened up to the faithful and the foolish once more. The Friday Project conclude by stating that they "think the book will be a roaring success - certainly amongst people who can only relate to the world through vague, solipsistic emotional rambling, online support networks, crap New Age poetry and self-help platitudes." Uh huh ... But once all of Anya's 40 or so Sicko-fants have bought the book, who will buy it then?

Wanderingscribe - First Pictures

I have been sent the first known pictures of Anya by a source who wishes to remain anonymous. As I have chosen to keep the comments section on my blog open to anonymous posters, it also makes sense that kindly folks would request the same privelege when sending emails to me.

Wanderingscribe aka Anya Peters

Now that we have a visual reference, I have managed to track down some more pics of Anya as she went about her daily business, after all, England has more coverage of CCTV cameras than any other country so it's obvious that, no matter how anonymous you'd like to be, you will be caught on camera many times a day. Here's Anya before she could afford the luxury of a car and had to live in a bin for a while. Even when she had managed to get a car to live in, there were times when she had to relinquish this hold on luxury living for a while (for example, when the car needed servicing by one of Londons top Rover dealers) but luckily the dealer had alternative accomodation that Anya could use. Here she is settling down for the evening, once again, cherishing her anonymity. As regular readers of her blog will know (this was back when she actually posted events rather than gubbins about trees, fairies and angels etc), Anya had to take her clothes to local churches and hospitals to get them ironed. In this pic, she was captured on the way to a heavy ironing session. Of course, at some point, Anya would have become aware of the paparazzi's interest in her as an upcoming budding authoress and so, using her intelligence, she devised a way to stay anonymous and maintain her daily lifestyle without arousing anyones suspicions. Thus she was able to move about the people of London in complete anonymity as she scurried back and forth twixt the laneway and the various libraries that she frequented.

Have you spotted Wanderingscribe?

If you spot our "Heroine of the Laneways" as she goes about her daily business, try and grab a snap with your mobile phone or Camera so that we can post them here. As she herself is far to busy watching Big Brother and eating Beans on Toast to update her blog, her fans will be clamouring for news so you will be doing a public service that will be appreciated by Billions across the Globe.

Book Titles

Whilst we wait for the next exciting episode of "Doon The Laneway", I have been thinking about writing a book of my own so that I too can get a bedsit in London with noisy neighbours (hey, we can all chase our dreams !!). I might start off with a childrens book as any muppet can write those. You don't even need any experience (am I right, Madonna?) . Anyhoo ........ I have been working on the title first as it's important to capture the publics imagination right from the start. Here's some that have made my shortlist. 1. Strangers have the best sweeties 2. Some Kittens can fly !! 3. Katy was so bad her mommy stopped loving her 4. A Kids Guide to Hitchhiking 5. Pop! Goes the Hamster (and other Microwave Games) 6. Curious George and the Electric Fence 7. Controlling the layground: Respect through Fear 8. Mommy drinks because you cry 9. Huffin' and Puffin': Fun with Aerosols 10. Granny gets a Coffin I could be onto a winner here. Throw in a few illustrations and some yadda yadda kiddy phrases and it's money for old rope..........

More Wanderingscribe Crap

Although Anya Peters has now apparently ditched all her fans, some of the most dedicated sycophants still continue to defend her actions, including abandoning the blog that gained her the much sought after book deal, in the first place. As Anya has not deigned to answer (or even acknowledge) any queries as to her motives or reasons for posting such blatant lies, her loyal fans have rushed to defend her actions on various blogs Although the questions have been asked in an intelligent and non threatening manner, the answers recieved have been formulaic and even answered in Anyas' own style (of not actually providing an answer). Here's a few gems ................. Do not expect WS “to offer up any explanations”. She has more important things to do these days! Besides, why should she? Okie dokie. The "fans" that gave her the publicity she so brazenly craved deserve no recognition or respect at all. We can all live we that, can't we folks. After all, she didn't write the blog for self publicity. Oh wait ........ Spookily enough, no comments have been approved by Anya since she confessed to having got a place to stay. Could our "inside scoop" be close to the truth that Anya doesn't actually give a shit about all those that supported her, now that she has achieved the holy grail of the book deal? The question is asked "Likewise, how many of us have had the misfortune to go looking for a shower block in hospitals you can just walk into? Her sycophant fans answer "Why do you say, ”showers in wards” ? WS never said this! Umm.. I think someone is reading what they want to. Especially perplexing as they answer the (non asked) question about "showers in wards" (and I for one have never ever seen a shower in a ward) immediately after quoting the question. Must have been to the same School of Bullshit as Anya and expects readers to be of similar intellligence as themselves. Who ever said anything about WS using computers in internet cafes? WS never said that she has to pay for internet access. Ummm... Check out the post of February 12th where she says "checked website in cafe yesterday". So that would be your average greasy spoon cafe would it. Or perhaps an internet café. Where they charge for access to the internet. I could go on but to be honest, there's just pages and pages of bullshit from someone who is making up the answers to non existant questions themselves and has no insider scoop on the reasons behind the con. Anya herself has not answered so it's all conjecture and supposition on the part of her "fans". One must start to wonder whether Anya must be wishing they'd just shut the f@~# up as they are creating more problems that solving with their supposition and "answering by proxy". Piece by piece the fans unravel the web of deceipt without any help from us cynics......................

Whither shall we wander .....

Now that Anya has shown her true colours and turned her back on all her fans, whatever will they do for comfort on the net? How will they pass their time now that they cannot fawn and simper over their Laneway Loser? Fear not, for I have come to the rescue and present: Bigger wastes of time than Wanderingscribes Site Falling Sand It's so pretty ........ Subservient Chicken Dance Chicken, for I am your master! Mwuuhaahhaahaaa..... Put stuff on a cat Who doesn't like putting stuff on cats? Certainly no normal people !! Spirograph Pointless pointless pointless The Dialectizer Translate text or web pages into "Swedish Chef", Jive, Redneck, etc. Don't shoot the puppy Awwwww.. The likkle puppy is soo cute. Especially when we blow his brains out !! Things in Rubber Got something? Anything at all? Then put it in rubber and send a pic in for everyone to enjoy. Headphone Fetish Who needs porn when we have pictures of people wearing headphones. Hundreds of 'em. It makes me feel verty dirty and very naughty !! World Mouseclicking Competition That's all ya gotta do. Even Wanderingscribe fans should be able to do this one. See if you can beat my personal best of 89. Oklahoma Shootout What could be better than teaching a 4 year old how to use a fully automatic machine gun or watch moms with RPG's!! Yessirree, It's a fun day for the whole family! Cloudbusting Dunno why but theme tune for this reminds me of Steptoe and Son. Pretty Colours Soooo many pretty colours ........... Will Wanderingscribe ever return to us? Will we ever care now that we have more interesting things to do on the internet? Let's hope not.

Moan moan and thrice moan .......

In her post of today (Friday 9th June) Anya finally gets off her arse and lets us know what's happening. Except she doesn't. Whilst acknowledging that she has treated her fans like shit by not telling them what's going on, she then proceeds to moan about how hard her life is adjusting as she's forgotten how to hang clothes up, eat with knives and forks (I never realised she had turned feral) and just whines about how every key tap is agony on her poor neck. So she can't tell us what's going on because of the pain. But she manages the 500 word explanation of how she's in pain well enough. Poor poor thing. Yes she has a place to live but life is still hard for her. Good job too, otherwise the fans would have to think of some other reason to keep "routing" (or as we in England say, rooting) for her. And is it just me or is the standard of English grammar plummeting of late on her site? That's what watching Big Brother will do for ya. Still it was good of her to force herself to watch Big Brother to "re-socialise" (whatever the hell that means). If she thinks that the freak show on Channel 4 is a measure of how you behave in company then her mental state is even more fragile than we first thought Once again then, we are treated to a post that contains zero news. Just like countless others in the past where she "couldn't say anything just yet but would soon". Hang on! Hmmm.. deja vú or what !!!!

Where is she now?

The Sick-fantics must be beside themselves with grief now that Anya has moved into her bedsit and is too busy to update her blog. In fact, she's even too busy to moderate her comments and approve all the wishes of good luck etc. that are surely backing up. But what is the exact reason for abandoning her fans? Could it be that she has finally got her hands on some cash (I mean even more than she conned people out of via Paypal) and is now spending all her time getting sloshed with her new found literary pals? Or, by some quirk of fate, did she move into a nice quiet bedsit for only a few days before the Police came charging in at 4AM and shot her neighbours and she's still held in a Police Station under Anti-Terrorist laws? Or is it merely that the blog has served it's purpose and now that she has the book deal, she just can't be arsed communicating with the simple minded riff raff that put her where she is today (until it's time for some promotional work)? But where is she? Where has fate (and the angels, fairies and of course, the prized book deal) placed her? Last we saw, it was sharing a bedsit with some loud Drum and Bass fans. Ahh. the high life of those literary genius's eh ...................

Doon the Laneway - Part One

I have been lucky enough to secure a draft copy of Wanderingscribes supernatural love story set on a Scottish island that she had locked away in her boot for so many months. As her fans will be eager for any news (especially as she appears to have given up with the blog now that it has served its purpose), I present this small snippet , exclusively for your delight and delectation. Enjoy. Doon The Laneway The last rays of a golden sun were slipping below the horizon casting long shadows across the fields as wee Hamish McScribe made his way doon the laneway. "Mebbe tonight I'll find the lassie o my dreams" he thought to himself, fidling with his sporran in anticipation. His thoughts were interrupted as he drew level with the battered old rover parked in the woods, the home of Mad Hag, a homeless sassenach who had moved to the village of Dunworkin many months ago. Although she was mostly harmless, she had a tendency to dance naked in the moonlight and sing to imaginary angels that danced around her car. As he went to walk by, his ears caught a muffled sound coming from within. He peered through the grimy windows that were starved of colour. Inside, oblivious to her surroundings, Mad Hag scribbled furiously in an old exercise book she carried everywhere. As his eye was caught by the sun glinting off the thin sliver of saliva that drooled from the side of her mouth, Hamish felt a pang of pity for this poor creature. As she rocked back and forth, softly crooning to herself, Hamish could just make out the odd phrase. "They loved me... they worshipped me... you'll see.. soon get that deal...Oh yes, I'll show 'em..." He turned and stole quietly away down the laneway, shaking his head at the poor wretch. "Och, the things ye see when ye havenae got a gun" he thought to himself........ Hurrying across the grey granite car park of The Happy Haggis Inn, Hamish burst through the door and closed it behind him, denying access to the howling wind. "Hoots mon, it's blowing a right gale ootside and no mistake" he muttered to the assembled crowd as his eyes became accustomed to the low light in the small bar. Glancing around, he could make out the usual figures of Jock McSporran and his wife, Mags, seated in a cosy nook. Jock raised his glass in greeting as Hamish made his way to the bar, his shadow dancing in the glow that the candles positioned all about gave out "Hoos it goin’, wee Hamish" Jock exclaimed warmly. "Aye, just fine" Hamish replied. "It fair blew me kilt off oot there though" Jock smiled warmly as he raised the glass to his lips. "Aye, it's no a night to be oot and aboot". Approaching the bar, Hamish was surprised to see the landlord, Donald McPorridge, clad only in tartan underpants and a feather boa. "Donald, where's ya troosers?" Hamish enquired. "Did ye no hear? We're expecting a guest from the big city presently. I thought I'd add a touch of cosmopolitan sophistication to the place." Hamish looked at him quizzically. "Wi no breeks?" "Aye" replied Donald as he began to pour a pint of Hamish's usual tipple, Cockaleekie Ale. "I heard that they've bottomless bars doon in London and as oor guest is frae them parts I thought I'd dress to make her welcome". "Who are ye expecting then?" Although the only other inhabitants of the bar were Jock and Mags, Donald leaned forward conspiratorially and whispered "Some big literary agent by the name o' Cowmilly Triang". Hamish took his pint, raised it to his lips and took a sip. The nearest hotel was 50 miles away so any visitors to the district were usually put up by Donald in a small room he kept above the bar. "So what's she doing coming to Dunworkin?" "She's interested in yon lassie that lives oot her car doon the laneway" Donald replied as he twiddled with his boa in a slightly effeminate way. "Mad Hag?, But why would someone want to talk to her?" "It seems like she's been keepin' some sort of diary and they want to make a book o' it" replied Donald. As he took his seat across the way from Jock and Mags, he pondered on the little he knew of Mad Hag. She'd appeared in the village a few months back, parking her car behind the towns chemical toilet plant and had kept herself to herself, only taking the odd trip to the village's small library now and then. As he sipped his pint of Cockaleekie, Hamish's mind wandered back to his run in with Mad Hag earlier in the evening and the exciting news that the village would shortly be receiving yet another visitor. "Hey Donald, when’s yon visitor due?" he shouted across the bar. "Anytime the noo" replied Donald. As if on cue, a pair of headlights swept across the windows as a car pulled into the car park. All the inhabitants of the bar looked at each other in turn as the sound of a door being closed preceded footsteps. The footsteps stopped at the door for what seemed like an eternity but was in fact, just a few seconds, long enough for all eyes to fall on the handle as it turned with a creak and the door was pushed open. The howling wind sent the candles in the bar fluttering wildly as the tall figure stepped into the room. Is the mysterious visitor the agent from London? Why does Donald look so comfortable in his skimpy attire? What is Mad Hags secret that drove her to Dunworkin? Stay tuned for the next exciting excerpt from "Doon the Laneway" .......

Wanderingscribe speaks

How lovely. It appears Anya has heard about this little old blog and deigned to visit and leave a few words of encouragement. wanderingscribe said... Keep messing with me and you're going to regret it. Do you understand bastard? Saturday, June 03, 2006 7:44:07 PM Is that the sort of language that we can expect in the forthcoming epic of one poor lonely defenceless woman who's trying to maintain a low profile? Is that how she address's everyone now that she has got the book deal she set out to get, all those months ago? No more the shy woman shunning strangers. No more the "invisible" homeless person. I think we are seeing the real person behind the facade at last. Vindication is mine ! It didn't take long, did it folks...............

Care in the (online) Community

Once the comments on wanderingscribes site became moderated, only the sugary sweet fawning ones were allowed on. They do however give a fascinating insight into the kind of person that swallows the kind of poppycock that has become Anya's stock in trade. See what you deduce of people who would post the following (all genuine) comments on someone’s blog whom they have never met. “i'm happy for you. fellow human called rob.” I like the fact that he wanted to clarify his species ”yay!” *blows little party horn thing* It’s hard to believe that it’s adults posting this stuff sometimes. *bouncebouncebounce* ”YAY! What do you want? I said I'd get you something nice when you got a place, what would you like?” I think the medical staff should be alerted that her restraints have come loose. “Soon, more writings begin!!! All the culminations shall be in one book. Please put your poetry in the book. They are melodic as your writings.” See. Even Yoda reads this stuff! “I'm a 25 year old rufty tufty Northern bloke, Your writing made me cry - both the highs and the lows.” What a right Jessie ! I wonder if his mates know how “sensitive” he is. I must redefine "Rufty Tufty" in my personal dictionary. “Really,really,really,really glad for you!!!!!” I don’t know why but I’m getting a mental picture of this one dry humping someone’s leg when they meet. DOWN BOY !! "I forgot to say the quill expresses your romantic side. If you need a verbal hug or anything, you know where to find me." If only we knew where to find him. “Well, I really like reading all your posts. I'm also trying to find a place to live as well since the dr will release me from the hospital this Friday after spending almost 3 months here.” Nurse!! She’s got completely free of the restraints now!! “I remember when I got my first flat on my own, once I was moved in I locked the door, drew the curtains, and danced around naked singing "this is mine, this is mine, and this is mine, and this is mine..." It was ace.” And of course we all behave like this. Or would it just be the kind of people who are drawn to Wanderingscribe? “I have laughed and cried with you all the way through this amazing adventure of yours.” Me too. Hold on. I meant shook my head in disbelief and incredulity at the shallowness of it all. “I think in some ways your laneway has become a kind of sanctuary for many of us.” Hmmm. Me too. In fact, I’ve booked next year’s caravan holiday there. I’m hoping to attend the awards ceremony when they erect one of those blue plaques. “I've had the experience of sleeping in a car, you were able to write it. Especially the desire to stretch out in the grass, barefoot, the fear... I keep asking the doubters how one might fake that if one has never experienced it.” That would be the thing one calls imagination. (I don’t think he goes out much). As I'm sure you know, the meaning of 'angel' is divine messenger. So, one stands by the bed of the fellow in New York, and in a whisper, delivers the message that God wants him to write about why some people have been living in their cars-he wakes thinking of it...earlier, one stood next to you, telling you that the best way to figure all of this out is to write it down... This is just spooky. That very same angel told me that this was a pile of horse doodoo’s and to start a blog exposing her. He was a bit two faced, wasn’t he dear readers. I'm sorry folks but after reading so much drivel I slipped into a diabetic coma for a while but I'm fine now. The doctor just told me to avoid high levels of saccharin for a while.