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I've seen lots of blogs on bcuk that have been defaced by trackback spammers. if you have trackbacks turned on, I suggest you turn them off in >Settings > Publishing tab, then scroll down and disallow trackbacks.

Its a shame that bcuk doesn't have an option to allow trackbacks from friends only, as that would be a better option.

If a spammer leaves a comment on your blog then you really must delete it, if you don't then you simply encourge them to do it over and over again.

Links are a form of currency on the web. They help drive search results. If you leave spam comments on your blog then some anonymous rude arsehole is profiting from your work. Do you want that?

My name is miss ...... .....,i saw your profile today and became intrested in you,i will also
like to know you the more,and i want you to send a mail to my email address so i can give you my
picture for you to know whom l am.Here is my email address(spammerscammermug@yahoo.com) believe we can
move from here.I am waiting for your mail to my email address above.miss .........(Remeber the
distance or colour does not matter but love matters alot in life)

Ok! Fuck, so there I have it, a blog.co.uk user emails me and gives it all that...how can I possibly refuse such an offer from a silouette in Accra?

Oh, and she (or maybe its a he) was kind enough to remind me that in love, neither colour or distance matter.

Gee, what a sweetie

So I'm in the office bored sheeatless, everyone has gone home, there's just me here, I'm killing time before I lock up at tooth hurty.

There's this insectocutor thing above where I sit, blue lights, electric grills that sotrt of thing. There's this blue bottle doing break dance electric boogie on its back sounding pretty pissed at the shock it's just had phwacked through its useless ugly little mass.

Thing is, its a hardy little bastard this one, it's already been zapped once and it got up for some more and has now been knocked down again. Oh uh, here comes a song, chumbawumba anyone.."I get knocked down, but I get up again, aint nobody gonna keep me down..."

Don't these things have brains then? I'm sure they do, cos everytime I try and swat the aggravating little mudder fuckers they always seem to dodge past and fly off laughing at me, before coming back for another divebomb or fly by of my head!

I'm not a gratuitous or a vindictive person, but there's something sincerely satisfying about watching these purveyors of filth and not niceiness being zapped for England.

Garibaldi biscuit anybody?

I hope they sort it soon but currently bcuk is sucking with cookies.

I respond to posts made on my blog or to blogs of others and when I hit submit I get a you are not logged in message please go back and enter your username, email etc etc.

Anyone else getting this?

You can't beat a good workout, a good sweat up it gets the juices flowing and the heart thumping, the adrenaline pulsing and the...ok, Im at risking of breaking in to some cheese laden poem so I'll stop there for now and stick to what I wanted to blog about.

A Greek social institution which was used for education and physical training of young people. Initially only used for sports, the institution of the gymnasium later evolved to become a center of learning. Curricula included music, sports, and literature. Most gymnasiums where open to boys and girls, however examples exist where attendance was limited to upper-class males

Interesting definition...

I visited a local gym today - cycling isn't cutting it, its too weather dependant and well, to be honest it's sort of boring lately. Either I need to get some virtual reality headset with road and obstruction monitors, red light, mad pedestrian, big chunky lorry detectors built in, or I do something else.

Duh , obviously I've decided to do something else, hence the local gym check it thing. £6 a visit, or £33 a month plus £25 admin fee, or sign up for a year at £27 per month direct debit and no admin fee.

I haven't trained properley for years which makes me sound like some kind of ancient rock thats sat in some corner somewhere suffering from reverse osmosis with sedimentay deposits, but anyway - so i goes in to this gym to check it out - running machines, running machines and running machines. I'm met by some utlra skin taut old dear who's obviously done one too many sunbeds but is seemingly fit enough and nice and friendly too. Even squeezed me bicep and smiled at me (oi oi could I be in with the granny club Im wondering) The 'club' had a nice enough feel to it too, so I'm sort of contemplating whether to goive it a week of £6 squids and see how I fair or just jump in with a bigger commitment and see if that ties me to it a little more.

Are you a memeber of a gym? Do you remember approaching it half arsedley? How did you approach it all? Are you still at it, or did you give it up as a bad job?

Motivation? Get fitter really.