The Hard Working Monday Issue

Welcome back to the Monday Issue! This week is sure to be filled with the random ramblings of the Scandal Press office (i.e. Harsh Reality). Over the past weeks the office has been practically a ghost town. The wind whistles through an open window, and the flip flap of a loose sheet of paper sounds in the back ground as it sails towards the worn carpet. The office is however pleased to report that it is glad to see the commenting room has been busy, despite the post was, as always, sacrificed for a debate about tinned products (PEACHES damn it, peaches!).

You may be pondering over my choice of title, there is a very good reason behind my option. This week I entered into the "World of Work", in the real sense of the phrase. First it began after Mr. Clarke informed me of the job offer at Campcraft in Bolton. Later that week I applied and, after the shortest interview I would ever have, the manager offered me a trial day last Saturday. So, now I have a Job and earn £30.25 a week. Lovely. PLus it's a job which I will actually enjoy as now I can get super cheap climbing gear, GREAT!

My oh my, how to end this weeks issue? I know, what about another debate? Right, what is the best hot drink? Coffee? Tea? Cuppa soup?

Until next Week

Harsh Reality

The Knowledgeable Monday Issue

This week's been a big blow to most, returning semi drunk from the holidays. The tumbling wall of exams came with a sudden hit. But, however my exams are over and it's time to party. And I pray everyday that Channel four reveal that the BB house it truly a mass incinerator and burns those useless "celebrities" to a fine crisp. As some comedian once put it, "Your sat in you house watching other people sat in their house." Yet somehow intelligent life goes on. To the Scandal (a less intelligent medium of literacy)...

It is to my deaf ears that I hear that a certain party was to be due for the 31st January, here in Bolton and that our dear ickle Jonah was to host it. Anyhow the scandalous part , apart from some rattled together excuse for not having it, is that rumour reaches my ears that the party was cancelled because our ickle Jonah realised that no-one could fit in his pint-sized doll flat. But buying the alcohol prove profoundly fun.

Adrianas' defence for her American counter-parts is somewhat sustained as we did meet some lateral thinking American climbers while in Joshua Tree. However I must bring to light one man who, while watching us pack at the Laguna Beach RV park for our journey to JTree, said, " Well you guys have got a big camping thing goin'-on." Wether he was trying to make conversation or felt like he was inclined to say something will remain a mystery to this day. Or he was stating the plain and obvious truth and/or had to think aloud. The total number of silly american things said or done rose to a high of five, to the three lateral thinkers (classed weirdos in america). But we don't mind them really, because without the Americans who would we make fun of? the irish? they would respond with more violence. Whereas the americans take it all in their stride and take their anger out on a weak country which tastes of oil.

Simpsons is on soon so I'll have to leave you. Until next week...

Monday Issue Milestone Met

HAPPY NEW YEAR Scandal Team! Those involved deserve a well earned pat on the back partly for your persistance and partly for your loyalty. KEEP COMMENTING :-)

Because of my absence I unfortunately failed to pick up much scandal so the best I can do is to tell the amusing presents I managed to posess and what happened in sunny California.

Last year I managed to become upon a box containing eight blocks of chalk for climbing. As every climber knows the best chalk comes in a finely meshed bag called a chalk ball, unfortunately my grandma interperated the christmas list differently and now I am laidened with loose chalk that is too big to fit in my chalk bag. A self-induced present. The rest of my loot incuded an automatic card shuffler, two head torches, too many clothes that I'd actually care for and this magnetic sudoku so that I can do puzzles where ever I am. Ofcourse I'd never trade these presents for anything else as I expect everyone-else would.

On to New Year's Eve, the "Climbing Twelve" celebrated New Year on a minor hillock overlooking our camp, listening to other people celebrating the different time zones through every hour (the UK one having been at 4:00pm LA time) until at 00:00 LA time we popped the corks of our Californian Champagne and drank copiously. My first New Year away from England. And yes we did drink Alcohol despite the fact that both those drinking and Dave (who bought it) would be arrested if caught. Probably the most fun New Year I've ever had and would recomend.

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Harsh Reality