Wednesday, 14 May 2008
Street Fighting Girls Visit The Money Blog
Well, yesterday was certainly good fun, wasn't it? I don't think that I've ever had such a serious belly laugh here at The Money Blog. The Exile is different, of course, but the crowd that tends to view this blog is rather more sombre than my Exile readers. That is to say, the crowd that used to view this blog. Yesterday it seemed as if every nutter, head-the-ball and hysterical female in England was dropping by. Still, mustn't grumble, as every hit counts. The hysteria reminded me of when I was a child in Manchester. One night in particular still sticks in my mind because it was the first harridan battle that I watched from start to finish. I guess I must have been about five or six at the time, so that puts the year as sometime in the very early 1960s. After the Profumo Affair but before the Beatles first LP as it were... It started off as a normal Friday night when the pubs chuck out street row between neighbours. The weather being very hot and I being unable to sleep, my parents had let me stay up to listen to the radio. We heard the commotion outside and went to watch the free theatre. Two women, a Mrs Amy Higginbottom and a woman from across the street were screaming at one another. It seems that Amy's husband had been paying too much attention to the other woman, so Amy decided to have it out with her. This desire was obviously strengthened courtesy of the milk stout that she had pored down her throat in the the Railway Inn earlier that night. The two women stood facing each other, each remaining on her side of the cobbled street, and each yelling at the other. Needless to say, the men of the street were grinning from ear to ear and egging the participants on. Their womenfolk were tut-tutting as women do at times like that, but all the while secretly enjoying the show. When they had finally run out of insults, the two battle axes stared at each other with eyes that flashed with fury as they panted for breath. Then, quick as a flash, Mother Higginbottom darted into her house and emerged moments later with a piece of paper in her hands: her marriage license! She held this aloft so that all could see this symbol of a respectable married women scorned by her sluttish rival, who may have lived with her man but, as everyone knew, only lived with him over the brush. At that moment, as if by a signal, both men of the two houses marched over to their respective women and dragged them off indoors. At school on Monday I learned that both ladies had been taken firmly in hand once their men got them inside. Funnily enough, after this row was over the two began to chat to each other on the street. My father explained that now they had something else to moan about - their respective men... What has all this got to do with The Money Blog? In a roundabout way, rather a lot, because what I got embroiled in last night was the electronic, bang up to date, state of the art version of that street barnie of almost half a century ago. Here's what happened. . . I came across a Daily Mail story about women and their desires for revenge over the weekend. I decided to use it as the hook for a story that was really about giving information to people who wanted to download the Caylynn and Libby Hoeller videos, since seaches on those two names are very common. Thus I wrote a whimsical piece that tied everything together and which aimed at getting more visitors to this blog. On Monday I found out quite by chance that some fishwives were fighting; both with each other, and over the veracity of the Daily Mail story. Thinking this highly amusing, I added a new second paragraph to my posting and changed a few words here and there. Then I trotted off to bed and thought no more about it. In the finest tradition of battling housewives everywhere, I have now got at least one of these harridans screaming at me. Well, either her or some of her cronies, it doesn't matter. I have tried to explain in my comment box that I don't really have a dog in this race, let alone a bitch, so I don't really care about the outcome. I hope that they continue to enjoy themselves, even if it means they scream at me. There is no such thing as a bad hit to any blog, my money-blogging friends, and my hit counter is bouncing around like a whore's mattress. So what lessons can we draw from this ludicrous chain of events? I suppose the first is that hits come from the strangest places. Here I was trying to fish for aficionados of amateur porno and what did I get? I ended up hooking two gangs of women, at least one of whom now seems to loath me more than they do the other. Maybe, as with those two earlier street battlers, they will go on to become friends? Labels: Sleaze |
posted by Exile at 12:05 AM
You misogynistic stupid sleazeball.
Felicity Lowde is a sick stalker and a convicted criminal, due in court again on Monday to face a Judge for her demented harassment
The other lady is a professional writer with a family targeted by a sick criminal who has been jailed twice for her criminal actions.
Pathetic, whoring yourself for controversial stats by defending a mentally ill, vicious liar.
You get no more hits from me, and I view you with utter contempt. Mind you, having seen your picture, it's clear why you hate women.
They must look at you and flinch at those piggy eyes, those grey crooked teeth and that face fungus beard.
And there was me being all nice a cuddly with your team leader and all the time here is one of her webmongs giving it lip.
Now, I don't take sides in this battle - to me it's just a couple of birds giving it gob.
Now be a good girl and try and understand that at least.
A cyber-stalker who carried out a "vicious, vitriolic and vindictive" harassment campaign against a 7 July bombing survivor has been jailed.
Victim Rachel North, 36, gave up her job to campaign for an independent inquiry into the bombings.
But Felicity Jane Lowde, 41, of Oxford, used her own blog and e-mail to harass Ms North, accusing her of "making a living on the backs of the dead".
She was jailed for six months, given a restraining order and an Asbo.
The Asbo is to last for five years.
Lowde told London's Thames Magistrates' Court she intends to appeal against her conviction.
"It has clearly been a difficult year for me and other victims
Rachel North
The court heard Ms North, who survived the Russell Square Piccadilly Line bombing which killed 26 people, feared for her safety after more than 100 postings by Lowde.
Lowde was convicted of harassment in her absence when she failed to appear in court in April this year and went on the run.
Judge Malcolm Read told her that she had struck at Ms North's "terrible experience and trauma" as a victim of the London bombings with a "vicious, vitriolic and vindictive" campaign.
She then "aggravated" the situation by breaching her bail conditions and continuing to persecute Ms North even though police were involved.
Mr Read told Lowde: "The offences, I would say, are at the very top end to be taken in a prosecution of harassment and therefore have to be dealt with at the top end of my powers."
Lowde, who has a grown-up son, was charged under the Protection From Harassment Act 1997 for the abuse waged at Ms North between May 2006 and January 2007.
Ms North said outside the court: "It has clearly been a difficult year for me and other victims. However as Ms Lowde has stated she is going to appeal, this process is not over, so I have no further comment to make."
If only this was a fishwives battle over a Daily Mail article. However, it is anything but .....
You won't be the first to write about it in ignorance and innocence, and you probably won't be the last.
'hey must look at you and flinch at those piggy eyes, those grey crooked teeth and that face fungus beard.'
Ouch! Let's see your pic then.
Why did you close the other thread down?
Basically One-Tracker so that I could read everything on one thread and not have to go between the two.
The bad news for you, I'm afraid, is that I have stopped allowing anonymous comments. Only registered commentators. I can pretty much track anyone, but this makes it so much easier.
I still will not censor anyone, but if you want to leave threats, then I want to be able to give shit in return with just a couple of mouse clicks.
We shall return to normal when the webmongs have left.
Here's a thought...
As this posting makes very, very clear, I was not actually involved in this cat fight and knew nothing about the participants that were involved in it until a few days ago.
Since then I have been inundated with scabby-arsed slags who seem to think that I really give a shit about their conflict and am taking the side of one or the other in it.
Just try reading the posting, girls, and you will see that this is not the case.
Maybe then the stench of rotting fish that has hung over this here blog for the past few days will finally clear...