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Trolls and glove puppets


Those of you who read my ramblings with any regularity will know that I have attracted the attentions of my very own internet troll called Rickie aka Dickie Doubleday aka many other names – including mine!

I’ve been ignoring the little shit for some time. He will tell you that’s because he’s warned me that there will be ‘consequences’ if I ever mention him online anywhere and that this will lead the the impending doom that is ‘the finale’ something which I fear as much as Cardinal Fang fetching the comfy chair.

Anyhow, I ignore him not because I’m intimidated by him but because it seems to drive him nuts that I ignore him! So why am I writing this now?

The answer is that dear Rickie likes to talk to himself when nobody else will talk to him, so he pretends to be me so we can have imaginary confrontations. He’s hijacked a blog that’s been dormant since 2012 that belongs to a blogger I used to read called The Ranting Penguin. Under the top post, he’s posted a couple of thousand comments and directed people to read ‘his blog’ all over the internet.

The comments mainly complain about a blog called ISAC where I was an editor until the end of last year. There’s an article on there with the background. He became such a nuisance that he was blocked and his address – given to me by a group of several bloggers he’d harassed over the years – was published.

To cut a long story short, Rickie has posted on there continually attacking me and threatening me. He’s posted lies, filth and general abuse on there using my name. Over the last few days he’s also been on a forum called ‘Cunts Corner’ as Upton Man and as me. It’s been confirmed that these two have the same ip address so it just has to be him.

For the record, I am not Upton Man and I have never posted anything on the Corner. Apart from when I confirm my post by cross posting it elsewhere, I have not contributed to the crap on The Penguin. To emphasise the point my publically known gmail address was used. I never post comments under that address and I changed the gravatar associated with it to a red box with FAKE written in it which, to anyone but a half wit like Rickie, would give people a bit of a clue as to the validity of what was being posted.

I ignore Rickie which, unfortunately, just makes him madder. I’m writing this so that people whose blogs he’s contaminated using my name know it isn’t me.

I’m also trying to make bloggers aware that if you’re not going to use your blog any more, it would be a good idea to shut it down or at least time limit your comments otherwise twats like Rickie can openly abuse it.

As Rickie says, nothing on The Penguin can be removed except by the owner. Unfortunately for him, he seems to have forgotten that this cuts both ways.

So there. I’ve ignored your threat and mentioned you again. Now go screw yourself Rickie there’s a good boy…

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Er.. no I’m not.

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I’m banned from the Longrider blog because I don’t agree with him. Of course, to someone who spent twenty years at the sharp end of the IT industry, this is a bit a bit of a joke. So to share it with you and to demonstrate the Longrider opinion of what he thinks of you, here’s what he ‘prevents’ me from reading… notes added myself :

“He is currently engaging in a character assassination over at his place in an attempt to lick his wounds. (Really? Character assassination? No I’m not…)
His upset really was that he was unprepared for someone to challenge his unsubstantiated assertions and logical fallacies. (Pot, kettle, black once more)
The “agree to disagree” trope was merely an attempt to end the conversation while giving his assertions some degree of legitimacy. (No, it was an acknowledgement that our differences of opinion were just that and that there was no need to fall out over them)
He had comprehensively lost the argument and simply couldn’t accept it and I wasn’t playing that game. (Hands up those who thought that I didn’t answer every point he made?)”

Now we get to the really nasty bit as to how you, dear reader, are perceived by Longrider :

“I noted that his equally buffoonish sycophants (that’s you, folks!) made a great deal of my claim that he had lost the plot. When I wrote that, it was merely an expression of incredulity that anyone could seriously argue that Castro was a great man, in direct contradiction of the evidence. (Still looking for that evidence. That’s evidence as opposed to propaganda incidentally)
As time went on, it seems that my opening statement to Dioclese was remarkably prescient. Ah well, teaching pigs to sing and all that…”

Anyhow this pig is still trying to agree to differ. I think he’s wrong. He thinks I’m wrong. Fair enough. No need to get nasty about it.

Unlike him I don’t think the other guy is an idiot or that my readers are all buffoonish sycophants.

Form your own opinions…

The shrinking blogroll

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I’ve been writing this blog for a few years now and have built
up a regular readersbip. It’s not massive but it’s steady and when I started out it was because I wanted to get things off my chest not because I wanted to be well known or self important. It was a bit like a daily diary – but one I was happy to share with anyone who was interested enough to read it.

It became a bit of an obsession. Every day until recently I wrote about something. I went looking for things to write about rather than waiting for them to come to me. Recently I thought “This is bloody silly. If you have nothing to say then shut the fuck up!” so now I write irregularly and – hopefully – only when I have something I really want to say. This brings me to the point in question…

I’ve made some good friends whilst blogging but the circle seems to be shrinking. Friends like the late Captain Ranty and Constantly Furious are no more. Similarly Max Farquar has disappeared. Subrosa has gone quiet. There are several more examples but you get my drift.

I’m not the only one to notice this. Recently I was invited to join a group called Martin Scriblerus. I knew several of the members and, if I’m honest, they flattered me into joining. It seemed a good idea at the time although I admit I’ve never really been one for clubs or societies.

They liked my stuff until they found out I also run a blog called “…is a cunt” which seemed to ruffle a few feathers. Much moral judgement and tut tutting followed from a minority of the group, so I sat down and had a long think and a chat with Mrs D. I asked myself “What’s the point of this” and there didn’t seem to be one other than lesser known bloggers using the group to up their readership through the better known ones.

As a condition of membership you have to carry a link to the other members’ blogs and I questioned why I would be pointing my readers towards blogs belonging to people I don’t know and whose views I don’t agree with. What I seemed to be saying was “I don’t read this stuff but I recommend that you do!” At that point I left the group.

So now I’ve decided to review my blogroll and only include blogs that I do actually read. I think that’s more honest and as you’ve probably realised reading this that I’m quite happy being a loner, I really don’t care whether people agree with me or not. It makes sense to me…

A kindred spirit lost…

I was going to write a piece today about Osborne’s accursed budget, but some things are more important…

I heard last night that a fellow blogger for whom I had a lot of respect has passed away. I heard this from Dick Puddlecote who got it off Twitter and I have no details, but Ranty was an awkward old sod who lived up to his name and whose blog I read regularly. I believe he did the same with mine.

We got chatting one day off blog when I put a comment on his place and signed the wrong ID on it, thereby outing myself! I mailed him he sent me a chatty reply and we exchanged the occasional email off blog. I won’t say we were close friends or that we knew each other particularly well, but we seemed to think alike and what more can you ask for?

I remember fondly his exchanges with HMRC and the manoeuvres he went through to avoid a speeding fine. “Freeman of the Land”? Well, a Freeman of the Spirit, that’s for sure.

I always admired the way he drew people in. Take a scan through his blog and look at the number of comments he got on just about every post he ever wrote. I dream of getting enough attention to my humble scribblings to get those sort of numbers. Clearly he was a man who was well read, controversial and entertaining – even if you totally disagreed with him. And he always made the time to reply.

The last exchange we had was on his post ‘End of the Line?‘ He’d just had shit family problems and was out of work but things were looking up with a move to a well paid job in South Africa in the offing. I wished him well and we had a chuckle about our experiences with the nerds at the Job Centre. He was looking forward to telling them to fuck off when he got the job offer through.

His last response to me was “Life has a way of working out, I think. It just doesn’t always go as you planned it.” Sadly it seems he has been proven right…

I shall miss the man. I feel like I’ve lost a member of my family even though we never actually met.

I’ll leave you with a classic Ranty shortie :

A man of measured words and deep understanding. RIP my friend!

Drinking buddies…

Never let it be said that bloggers hide behind a cloak of anonymity that hides their true identities because now you can see what myself and my good friend the Flaxen Saxon actually look like! Here we are sharing a pint or two in a quayside bar in Windy Wellow back last month.

True to be said, we didn’t actually get very far because the ship is anchored about 25 yards away from where this picture was taken. When there’s imbibing and talking to do, you don’t want to wander too far – it interferes with good drinking time.

Nuzzieland is an interesting place. It’s the only place I’ve ever been where the weather is even more changeable and unpredictable than England. After we left Wellington, we spend an interesting night in a storm force 8 gale crossing the Cook Strait. Definitely a night to remember.

In the course of three weeks we had brilliant sunshine, pissing rain, fog, gales, semitropical heat, freezing cold. In fact just about everything but snow and even that we could see on the hills in the fjords!

You will have realised by now I guess that the pictures I put on the blog while I was away were taken off the internet. After all, when I scheduled the posts, I hadn’t actually been there to take any of my own. I might stick a few of the ones I actually took myself on here later when I’ve had a chance to sort them out.

Meanwhile, I’m off to ‘…is a cunt’ to nominated the Southern Island New Zealand Sandfly. They deserve to be on there. The little bastards make the Scottish Midge look positively tame…

And as a postscript to this little piece, I can do no better than to reprint the comment left by Flaxen on an earlier post :

“Funny how things turn out. Last night I met a man and his missus. I have never met these people before. Tis true I’ve been in email contact with said gentleman for a couple of years and I suppose we share some things in common: we are men of a certain age, older but probably none the wiser; cynical about the ways of the world and we both rail against the gods when sober and drunk; we dislike hypocrisy in all its manifestations and we are possessed of a sense of humour, and let’s be frank, this helps in a world gone mad.

The internet is the great leveller and we can be what we want to be, but to no ones great surprise we end up being ourselves, if not more so. I digress. And so, on a wet and windy evening in Wellington we met on the quayside. We debated whether to opt for the cultural experience at the theatre, or the local pub. And so we went to a pub on the quayside and settled in for the night. We talked of things numerous and drank beer. At one point we ate fish and chips. We chatted like old friends and no awkward silences ensued. Our wives spent the evening also in deep conversation. No doubt they were kindred souls and had much in common- being married to mad old curmudgeons certainly helped and maintained a deep and abiding kinship born of acute mutual pain and forbearance.

I may never see these people again, but it doesn’t matter. We are true friends and we will always remain in touch-well at least until we start to cark it, that is.”