Archive for February, 2009

28
Feb

Dag Nam Mother Fudging Lent

Lent is 46 days long to represent the 40 days that Jesus spent in the wilderness being tempted by Satan. This makes absolutely no sense until you realise that Sundays don’t count because each of them “represents a ‘mini-Easter’, a celebration of Jesus’ victory over sin and death.” (Thanks Wiki). The question now for anyone taking part is what to do with these Sundays.  Baines is considering whether she should Facebook on the Sabbath here.

Wikipedia tells me that “When observing fasting or abstinence during Lent, regard must be paid to the fact that Sundays are Feast Days, so the fast or abstinence may be broken.” and that “In the past if you had given up slaughtering the innocents for Lent no one would pass judgement if you carved up a couple of choirboys after the Sunday service.” (There is a slight possibility I made one of these quotes up).

I have decided that swearing on Sundays would feel like cheating and falling back into my bad habits in time for Monday would only cost me money, so each Sunday I will be compiling a comprehensive list of the dates, times and context of all the bad words I have used in the previous week.  I will also be keeping a tally of the amount being donated to charity and how much swearing is costing me a day.

All proceeds will be added to Gingell’s sponsorship fund, she is running the Asics British 10k race to raise money for Lupus UKI think you should donate too.

Time to wrap this up, here’s a video featuring a grab bag of celebrities from the Channel 4 stable sharing their favourite swear words (WARNING: At least half my audience are going to find this offensive, if repetition of the word c**t doesn’t fill your heart with joy maybe watch this instead.  I like them both).

Feel free to share your (swearing related) stories, opinions and clips.  Also try and guess how many times I’ve sworn so far this week and then check back tomorrow to find out if you’re right.

[For the more adventurous you can try predict what the final total of the swear tin will be when Lent ends (11th April), the correct answer might even win you a prize if I have any money left in April.]

27
Feb

Doing the Numbers on Finance Friday

Challenge number two on my list is to get out of debt and yet I rarely blog about it; it’s depressing for me and it’s boring for you.  In fact the last time I mentioned my money situation was six weeks ago which means I’ve only made it worse, I now have to write a financial summary for six weeks in one post.

Back on 12th January I said “I’m now going to aim to [...] blog at least three times a week (one of these will always be on Monday).”  If you’re a regular reader you’ll probably notice I haven’t been keeping to that, from now on I’m going to stick to it and blog every Monday, Wednesday and Friday (I’m following Gingell’s lead here).  Every Friday I will record my spending for the previous week and  if you don’t like it you can go read her post.

Week commencing 12th January (blogged three times this week)

Incoming: £1,000 worth of Premium Bonds cashed.

Outgoing:

  • £16 food
  • £30 utilities
  • £56 repaid to Frosty
  • £10 repaid to Guy
  • £20 loan over calculation repayment
  • £15 insurance monthly direct debit
  • £75 on something that is lost to the ages

Total: £222

End of Week Total: -£2,343

Money Saving Tip: You can’t cut back on your spending if you don’t know how you’re spending the money.  In future I will keep hold of receipts and update the spreadsheet every couple of days.  This will avoid me spending £75 and then not knowing what I bought.

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Week commencing 19th January (a shocking lack of posts)

Incoming: £300 worth of Premium Bonds cashed.

Outgoing:

  • £28 food
  • £23 drink
  • £35 transport (this included a return ticket to Oxford amongst other things)
  • £6 entertainment  (I went to see Frost/ Nixon at the cinema)
  • £14 presents (combined with all the Boots giftcards I had you can get quite a good present for £14)
  • £60 additional (that’s all it says on my spreadsheet, I presume it’s Oxford shenanigans – I need to keep regularly maintained and detailed records)

Total: £166.

End of Week Total: -£2,209

Money Saving Tip: Not drinking.  Not going to the cinema.  Not buying people birthday gifts and then not going to their party in Oxford.  Ultimately the choice is this, be boring or be broke.

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Week commencing 26th January (three posts, back on target)

Incoming: £55 Birthday money.

Outgoing:

  • £10 food
  • £10 drink
  • £6 entertainment (I went to see Seven Pounds at the cinema. A good performance from Rosario Dawson but otherwise disappointing.  The film takes too long to let you in on the plot and, while the unfulfilling ending shows love at its most twisted, it will bring you down if you are alone in the world or questioning your purpose)
  • £25 Vodafone (they got it right again)
  • £5 utilities
  • £283 Council Tax (that is with a 25% discount as well and that’s only what was outstanding, there’s more to pay.  All so they can empty my third of the rubbish bin when they feel like it)
  • £7 interest on my Nationwide overdraft.  Not impressed

Total: £339

End of Week Total: -£2,493

Money Saving Tip: Don’t go to see Seven Pounds and, because you’re reading this in the future, don’t buy Seven Pounds on DVD.

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Week commencing 2nd February (two posts and slipping)

Incoming: Nada.

Outgoing:

  • £5 food
  • £728 rent (took a few weeks for him to decide to cash the cheque)

Total: £733

End of Week Total: -£3,229

Money Saving Tip: Squatting.

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Week commencing 9th February (one measly post)

Incoming: A one off benefits payment of £82.  I don’t have the energy to explain this now but one day when I’m feeling stronger I’ll attempt it.  Suffice to say it took a lot of effort and there won’t be any more.

Outgoing:

  • £20 food
  • £7 drink
  • £8 transport (I went to Birmingham)
  • £20 loan over calculation repayment
  • £15 insurance monthly direct debit
  • £10 additional (I got a £6 haircut and bought a £4 book.  Shoot me.  In case you’re interested the book was The Intimate Adventures of a London Call Girl by Belle de Jour, made me realise how much is has been watered down for television.  If you think you’d enjoy frank, funny and full on sex stories then buy this book, otherwise probably best to give it a miss).

Total: £80

End of Week Total: -£3,217

Money Saving Tip: Even if you only return a few of your benefits forms and even if those are returned way after the deadline you may still get money.  So make sure you keep going in every two weeks.

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Week commencing 16th February (finally back to three whole posts)

Incoming:

  • £20 loan from my dad.

Outgoing:

  • £8 food
  • £2 stamps

Total: £10

End of Week Total: -£3,218

Money Saving Tip: Steal lots of computers and give them to your elderly relatives.  Give them each a Gmail account and teach them how to use it.  No more stamps required.

As a reward for reading through all of that I’m going to redraw the graph for you.

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The Poverty Line, for the week commencing 16th February*

Yes, your reward sucks but that’s life.

* As regular readers will know this does not include my student loan debt of £19,754.92.  If you study at Staffs Uni head over to register your debt at Brokebroken.com, get some financial advice and at the same time help to support the NUS’ Broke & Broken campaign.

26
Feb

Brought to You in Association with Abbey Clancy

Abbey Clancy courtesy of FHM.com

At the start of this month I mentioned Abbey Clancy in a post.

Abbey is a WAG with no discernible talents (she was once in a girl group called Genie Queen and has dabbled in cocaine).  Clancy has also increased her star power by hooking up with a freakishly tall footballer who shouldn’t be allowed to dance in public.

The reason I mentioned her was to trash this photo that appears in this year’s FHM desktop calendar.  I said;

“According to Google Images Abbey Clancy can be attractive, obviously just not in this photo.  The only way to make this pose look even the slightest bit naturalistic is to draw a chalk line around her corpse.  I half expect Gil Grissom to duck meaningfully under the crime scene tape and make some literary allusion to dead hookers.”

Then I thought no more of it, my mind instead filled with many intellectual thoughts along the lines of “I should probably get dressed now, but first, tea.”

I only remembered Abbey when I went to look at Google Analytics the other day.  Top search terms for Scribbleboy.co.uk now include “abbey clancy calendar” and “abbey clancy fhm calendar” and my site is receiving hits from Google Images, Google Images UK, Google Images BG (Bulgaria), Google Images CA (Canada), Google Images DE (Germany), Google Images ES (Spain), Google Images HR (Croatia!?) and Google Images IE (Ireland).  Type “abbey clancy fhm calendar” or “abbey clancy fhm polaroid” into Google and I’m on the first page of image results, which is weird because the picture also appears in Abbey Clancy’s FHM gallery and you would think that they should rank higher.

In the spirit of giving the audience what they want here’s another picture of the now infamous Abbey Clancy.  As she stares off at her pile of possible outfits on the floor I imagine the internal dialogue would go something like this;

I love this Guns N’ Roses t-shirt, it just perfectly matches my Frankie Morello pants.  Maybe I’ll wear it to the FHM shoot, but then again I didn’t think much of Chinese Democracy.  This getting dressed thing is all so complicated.  Next time I’m going to try putting the bra on first.

Related Posts

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Inside the Mind of Abigail Clancy

25
Feb

There’s No Such Word as C***

Normally I don’t believe in censoring swear words.  If you haven’t got the guts to write f— then you probably shouldn’t be using it.  It’s not as if any of your readers are going to be sat there thinking, “Four letters beginning with an F.  Face?  Fact?  Fame?  What can it be?”  This post, however, is about quitting swearing for Lent and so all swear words are appropriately censored.  I was going to use asterisks but it seemed a little bit too tabloid so I’ve gone for dashes, just imagine you’re reading a Victorian novel.

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There’s No Such Word as Can’t

In 2005 I gave up alcohol for Lent. This was easy for me but harder for my housemate.  Everytime he went out drinking and was asked where I was he had to say, “He’s at home watching Desperate Housewives.”

In 2006 I gave up all caffeinated drinks.  This was hard.  For the first three days I suffered headaches and for the first two weeks I had to take an a nap at 3pm everyday.  By week three I wasn’t experiencing any physical withdrawal symptoms but would find myself absent mindedly clicking on the kettle in the morning and whenever I got writer’s block.  Luckily, I had  pre-empted this and given away all my tea.

In 2007 I ran out of vices to give up.

This year Charity (someone I have only sworn around on three occasions in the same number of years) has suggested I give up swearing.  So for the next forty days and forty nights I shall be refraining from swearing at all animals, vegetables and minerals.  I will not be writing swear words nor will I be singing or quoting anything that contains cusses.

If I slip up, and it’s more than likely I will, I will be putting £1 into my swear tin which at the end of Lent will be donated to a worthy charity chosen by readers.  All slip ups will be fully documented on this very blog.

Just to make clear what constitutes swearing I’ve made a list.

A–/ A— (buttocks) – The four lettered one is considered regional dialect and is perfectly acceptable at the BBC.  I am not at the BBC, both words are banned.

B—— (illegitimate child) -I will be allowing myself to use this to refer to people who were born out of wedlock.  Also the word bastardised is a fantastic word for any substandard product and will remain in use.

B—- (female dog) – Actually offensive.

Bloody – Not offensive, still banned.

B——- (male genitalia) – For the following forty days I will be referring to genitalia using the kind of words you get in Biology textbooks.  Anything that is a lie or is slipshod will be described as such.

Bugger – Quaint and very, very English but pretty nasty when you think about it.  Banned.

Bull—- (I receive this a lot).

Bunny – When I lived with Charity and wanted to quote something that contained swearing I would replace all the offensive words with the word bunny.  This is lazy and ridiculous.  Plus banning it makes the challenge harder and, no, I’m not allowed to come up with a bunny substitute.

C— (male genitalia) – It’s all too easy to use this word to refer to the incompetent people whose problems you have to fix.  Other words in a similar vein include dick, knob and prick.  All are banned, as are balls.

C— (defecation) - This word isn’t even offensive but I’m scrapping it too.  Some great replacements include; crud, trash, tripe, garbage, dross and dregs.

C— (female genitalia) – This is an old Norse word that in theory is less offensive than the word vagina (a Latin word that means a sheath for a sword).  Plus it was reclaimed by Eve Ensler in The Vagina Monologues.  Nonetheless, it’s probably the most offensive swear word out there.  (Also G—, P—-, P—-clot, T—).

Damn – Not even offensive but one of those words you reach for instead of thinking.  Gosh darn, cotton sarn it and dagnammit are all very amusing substitutes.

Hell – Probably only Ned Flanders still considers this as a swear word but it’s also forbidden.  I tend to use it to emphasise an otherwise mundane statement eg. “Hell no” (no) and “Hell do I know” (I don’t know).

F— – Most commonly used by me in the phrase “F— that s—” (no).  A great and forceful response to questions such as “Are you coming to the roller disco?” and “Would you like decaf?” Other great phrases include f— buddy (friend with benefits) and mindf— (it screwed with my head).

Faggotry – Someone I know (who shall remain nameless) refers to things that are broken or dysfunctional as gay.  This takes me back to primary school and seems pretty offensive, I didn’t want the phrase “this is so gay” to catch on in my head and so me and my brain came up with a compromise, “what is this faggotry?”  which is still really offensive.  Hopefully banned for life.

God – All blasphemy is banned.  Stacey had cured me of this but recently I’ve noticed it creeping back in phrases such as “God forsaken hell hole” and “Dear Lord, for all that is good and holy.”

N—– (racial slur) – Just because Wu-Tang says it doesn’t mean you should too.

P— (urinate) – I will be using the words urinate, pee and piddle.  I will be using the words drunk, inebriated and gazeboed.  I will use the phrase “It is raining heavily.”

Retard - Now only to be used in the “my progress was slowed” kind of way eg. The job hunt was retarded by my not getting out of bed.  (Also F—tard, Techtard).

S— (defecation) – Works so well in the phrase “No s— (Sherlock).”  Banned.

Slut – Useful when discussing celebrity news (also Ho, Skank, Whore).  The phrase “community sperm bank” stays.

W— (masturbation) – The Americans came up with a great word wanksta (wannabe gangsta) this too is banned because I use it as a term of abuse.

All plurals, variations and combinations of these words are also banned.  If you can think any other words that should be exorcised from my lexis then post a comment and let me know, if you’re really creative I might even buy you a drink (if you live in another country this could be difficult).

24
Feb

The Breakfast of Champions

Nothing quite beats the taste of a bacon, sausage and egg bap from the Sandwich Box (brown sauce please).  It is the breakfast of champions, or at least art students.  It is also a return to challenges.  Challenge number 11 is “Eat Breakfast Daily” and was set for me by Tom and John, they’ll be pleased to know that today I kept to it.

Since I blogged about site developments two weeks ago I’ve developed the site even further.  One of the changes is the resurrection of the challenges page, so if you’ve forgotten the challenges or want to suggest one of your own head over there.

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Tastes even more delicious than it looks.

You’ll also notice that I have revamped the sidebar, updated the links page, played around with the drop caps and doodled a new header.  the Google Ads aren’t doing badly for themselves either, having pulled in $3.44 (only another $96.56 to go before Google mail the cheque).

Toying with my site and eating greasy sandwiches haven’t been my only escapades though, I’ve also been nosing around other people’s blogs too.  Another batch of students are being forced through the online projects/ web journalism unit and so another batch of blogs have popped up.

Out of the handful I’ve seen so far here are my favourites.

Fashion Police – If anyone ever wrote a profile of me I’m sure “bitchy comments” would be listed as one of my main interests.  It is for this reason that I cannot help but love a blog that critiques celebrity styling.  Was hoping for some coverage of outfits gracing the red carpets at the Oscars but made do with Vanity Fair‘s tweets.

Evolution of Man – The (Un)Manly Blog – Help make metrosexuality socially acceptable. Hoping he will blog about Sex and the City, musicals and clothes shopping.

My other favourite is one I blogged about last week, Life Through God’s Sunglasses.  It’s written by my housemate Claire Baines.  Baines is giving up Facebook for Lent so will no longer be able to promote new posts via her status.  Visit the Got a Question page and ask her anything you’ve ever wondered about Christianity.

In further house news, my other housemate (housie? homie?) Sarah Gingell has also got herself a blog, Running from Zombies.  She is running 10km to raise money for Lupus UK and will be blogging about her training.  Gingell aims to post every Monday, Wednesday and Friday (think of it as Blue Peter but with less drug abuse).

I can see long nights in the house spent comparing blog stats and WordPress themes.

If this was a novel I would have introduced Gingell and Baines earlier and by now you’d have a good idea of their appearances, interests and philosophies.  Unfortunately, this is not a novel and you have no idea who these characters are.  Expect a blog entry introducing them properly at some stage (will need to get photos and text approved on pain of death).

A good way to keep up to date with these blog entries is to subscribe to the RSS Feed but from today you can also be alerted to new posts by following the Twitter hash code #scribblog (Frosty this is for you and yay for advanced tweeting).






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All aboard the special bus Born in Paignton, educated in Stoke-on-Trent and living in Peterborough. I am a footsoldier in the army of the unemployed and an occasional blogger.

I survive on caffeine, willpower and JSA. This blog is a record of my attempts to find work and my successes and failures as I try and complete life-improving challenges suggested to me by readers.

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