I'm not a callous person; slightly cynical but I do have oodles of compassion. But when my gut instinct yells "scammer!" my eyes narrow and suddenly I transmogrify into the Ice Queen of Narnia.
So I am ever so pleased I stumbled upon the following blog earlier today: http://wanderingego.blogspot.com/. Does anyone remember the sensationalist appearance of 'Wanderingscribe' earlier this year? The poor dear was homeless, living in her car down an anonymous 'laneway' somewhere on the outskirts of London.
Her blog was a self-indulgent stream of pity-seeking and sympathy mongering. I had to skim through a lot of it as I got bored hearing about the pain in her 5th vertebra, the unsufferable cold, and the rationed-out packet of digestive biscuits she kept safely stowed under the passenger seat.
Then, lo and behold she tells her bleeding heart club of dedicated blog watchers that Harper Collins have signed her up for a book deal! Wow - amazing luck!
I just didn't buy it. Not the book (it's not out yet) but the story.
Anyway, it's a great laugh reading the aforementioned blog that points out all the discrepancies in Anya's blog and subsequent book deal. Great work - keep it up.
Other than that, I'm enjoying a Sunday night in, the heating raging at maximum, little Louis stretched out beneath the radiator and Wolfie lounging like the lord he is on the bed downstairs. I really must buy Wolfie a red velvet smoking jacket and a packet of cohibas. He is the kind of sleek black cat that really cannot be fully appreciated without a balloon of cognac (Courvoisier XO will do nicely, or Hennessey) in his gloved, manicured paw. I really should go back downstairs and continue reading him Edgar Allan Poe poetry, his current favourite owing to it's total sombreness.
Louis on the other hand is the kind of cat that I have decided would only drink Bacardi Breezers. Pineapple flavoured, probably served in a wine glass with ice and a gaudi cocktail umbrella. Oh and a pink curly straw. Class is lost on the dear wee soul.
And further to the comment asking whether I was a princess, I think Queen is a far more accurate title. Queen of Everything.
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