I came across this amazing story today while going through my feeds, it was about how a guy called Leo Traynor was targeted by a troll for 3 years and how he finally tracked the troll down and confronted him.

Trolls are the bane of anyone who spends significant amounts of time online, or has a fairly visible online presence. Sometimes they are attention seeking dysfunctional types, and other times they are malicious, angry individuals who need some serious help. We all tend to hate them, but this story is also one of redemption and we hope, second chances. Give it a read.

In July I was approached by a friend, who’s basically an IT genius, and he offered some help. He said that he could trace the hackers and trolls for me using perfectly legal technology, which would lead to their IP addresses. I said yes. Then I baited them – I was deliberately more provocative toward them than ever I’d been before.

Holidays intervened. My Twitter account was deactivated but before doing so I posted links to my Google+ account, blog and invited people to contact me on Facebook. I’m delighted that a lot of my lovely friends did. I’m also delighted that The Troll did too.

It transpired that the abuse had emanated from three separate IP addresses in different corners of Ireland. Two of them were public wifi locations but the third….

The third location was the interesting one.

The third location was a friends house.

The Troll was his son. His 17yr old son.


Read the entire post here.


The new Seven Wonders of the World have finally been selected, and I must say, they took their time. First, here are the ‘older’ wonders that are no longer classified as wonderful:

Seven Wonders of the Ancient World

Great Pyramid of Giza

Hanging Gardens of Babylon

Temple of Artemis at Ephesus

Statue of Zeus at Olympia

Mausoleum of Maussollos at Halicarnassus

Colossus of Rhodes

Lighthouse of Alexandria

The campaign to select new wonders was started round about 1999 by a Bernard Weber and his Swiss foundation called New7Wonders. The foundation has received almost 200 nominations and a 100 million web and text based votes. Of course there are numerous criticism of the methodology of the survey, but considering how ambitious the project is, it is obviously impossible to conduct it to everyone’s satisfaction.

Here are the newly selected wonders:

7 New Wonders of the World 

The Great Wall of China

Rome’s Colosseum,

India’s Taj Mahal

Peru’s Macchu Picchu

Brazil’s Statue of Christ Redeemer

Mexico’s Chichen Itza pyramid

Jordan’s Petra

I must say, its too bad the Easter Island’s statues didn’t make the list though I am quite glad the Statue of Liberty did not make it. I mean really! It also appears that the Pyramids of Giza will retain their previous position, so I am assuming that we have 8 wonders of the world. ‘Wonder’ how long these will last..

Associations are how we deal with things. It makes it easier to remember, and at times describes the character of an object that may defy description through any other means. Odour at times brings a colour to my mind. The colour defines the odour and describes it, almost like a visual representation of smell.

Walking down the street on a dry morning, will bring you the smell of dust and dirt, a golden yellow with hints of brown and a bit of grey from residual exhaust fumes. If it rained, you smell wafts of light blue, and hints of light green in the air. Unfortunately, tainting these colours of smell, will be dark browns, or dark green-browns, from dog and cow excrement. If it is particularly fresh, not only do you smell dark brown, but you smell warm dark brown.

Getting in the bus is when the real trouble starts. If you are lucky, it will just be the yellow, of body odour, with grey fumes outside. If it is mid-day, or after work, you find the yellow, starting to collect tinges of moss-green, and hints of brown. Sometimes colours, which remind you of pea-soup gone bad, float around and then you stick your head out the window (if you are lucky) and gladly breathe in the grey fumes. I don’t even want to talk about the colours that emerge if someone has a bad case of flatulence.

On a happier note, the smell of food brings out colours too. Italian food smells herby green, while Sri Lankan is a dark roasted brown and Indian is a reddish brown. British food is just plain white, while fatty foods usually smell a sunny yellow. I am not sure about Chinese food, as I am yet to taste authentic Chinese that is not influenced by the local spices, or preparation. Bread smells light brown, while chocolate cake is a heavy heavy brown.

As for people, babies invariably smell milky white, while children smell light yellow. Women are lighter shades of brown and yellow and green (Some of them anyway) while men are dark and heavy greens and browns. When it comes to perfumes, Boss’ Soul is a deep purple, while CK’s Contradictions is a fizzy orange. Ralph Lauren is a kind of fizzy pink. Denim is a grey-blue, and Brute is a blue-green. Fahrenheit is a sort of sunset-orange-yellow and Old Spice is a Brownish-Orange.

Its funny how you associate one sense with another at times.. Computers are a steel grey while books are a wizened-yellow. Other people probably do this too, or maybe its just me. But by VIBGYOR its great to have an imagination!


AH! Ocadia!

This theme is so much easier on the eyes.. Was looking for a different one for ages (days)..  Hope no one else is using it..

And for those of you who bothered to click on this post, here is a story about camel piss and Islam for you.

I know that this is not even a real post and that it makes no contribution whatsoever except to vent your stress when you are bored at work, or if you are simply tired of Bush, along with a billion other people out there. It is also a hell of a lot of fun.

Check out the Ragdoll Bush here.

I personally like to grab him by the ankle and swing him around abit. Let me know your favourite method. Ha ha.

The woman leans into you, her thigh pushing against your arm, her knee nudging your elbow. She shifts, pushing into you hard, the seams of her clothing pressing into your skin through your shirt. The sweltering heat encompasses you, sweat beading on your forearms, the back of your shirt sticking to your skin, the heat of her body simply accentuates it all, the smell of her sweat hanging like a haze around you. She moves again pushing into your shoulder, her knee nudging and now pushing insistently against your thigh, her chest inches from your face as she bends over you.


The atmosphere is close, and you can barely breathe. You reach for an iron bar and grab on to it, trying to hang on to your sanity as your body jerks back and forth. You look up and see a man, his shirt sweat stained and his belly hanging over his belt, side step quickly towards you. His hand comes in contact with yours as he too reaches for the bar, his belly moving closer to your face and his thigh resting against yours.


And through all this you are thinking, “Damn it! Why do buses get so crowded!”