Sounds like he aspires to be a 'Professional Blogger'. 

That boy is so weak - Leaned on by Chens and 'forced to pick a side' (as he put it) as Chens was mad at him for featuring me on his blog. Chens has done this to others and others have stood firm. This little pussy caved.

What are these bloggers like, eh ?

Not surprised he's now in the post-napping game too.

Ever the poet, Sammy !

In a nut shell (or nut case)....

A loose collective of people all calling themselves Russell Street duped Chens into blogging on Ivy. His understanding was that RS was one person who would blog for him & he would edit it all. The blog was launched and then this Russell person just went Ha Ha like that kid off The Simpsons and Chens was left with the baby. Then much fun was made of him by this Russell person and he got even crosser. Then Chens tried to retaliate a few times and it always backfired resulting in a complaint to the FBI about him and his pet troll (Goodfella!) for being suspected child molesters after they threatened to menace Russell's 8 year old daughter.

It's just an everyday story of Internet folk. Simple people who are furious about.... Something.

Chens was a 'Dandy' blogger who turned 'Ivy' (badly) overnight to try to prove a point to this non-existent Russell person. And he's been stuck in a loop ever since.

Meanwhile this non-existent Russell person is finding the whole thing very funny,  in between rubbing his genitals on old swatches of Tweed and inventing 'Trad' sandwiches...

Slice it how you like, baloney is baloney.



Breast Wishes -

Russell Jim.

'Arrogant beyond his abilities' was one verdict on Chens from NYC.  The FIT museum guys said worse.

That he is ambitious there is no doubt... And rightly so for a man the wrong side of 40 who's done nothing but indulge adolescent whims and grudges thus far.

However, if he wishes to achieve something/anything then he must do some proper work. He's a hard worker but he puts all his efforts into rubbish. He needs to knuckle down and stop messing about.

Trying to out-do somebody who doesn't exist ?     How very sad...


Hahahahahahahahahahaha !   

His 'Ivy' blog has just slumped even further into advertorial content now - Not necessarily a bad thing but the brands he shills are mainly crap.

Then again, in fairness, there aren't all that many proper Ivy products out there, hence his descent into 'preppy' tat. He could always go the vintage Ivy route but there's no advertising revenue in that.

He really ought to re-name the blog from the name I insisted on - Better that he did 'preppy' well than Ivy badly. 'Ivy' as a buzz word has also probably come and gone by now.

Suggestions for his new blog name ?

Prep-a-doodle-doo !

Bracelets and Bows !

The Great Crapsby !


Poverty is Chensvold's enemy. He has to sell Ads and so that's what the blog is all about. He could be a writer, but he's become this lowly Internet businessman instead, hustling click-throughs.

I've always said that he should do what real writers do when they start - Work.


My wife's first novel 'Someone Else's Skin' is published in Feb '14 by Hodder Headline with the second, 'Long Gone', to follow. Penguin are publishing her in America and various other houses are also around the world...

My first novel 'The Comfort of Strangeness' (A synaesthetic roman a clef) is now being held back until I complete 'In Pieces' which is to be published first to lay the groundwork for TCOS. 'In Pieces' is based on the structure of Hemmingway's 'A Moveable Feast' and is ten of my London stories:

Bruise.
Bite.
Burn.
Lick.
Suck.

... Then I need four more ending with 'Kiss'.

And I am banned from Facebook by my editor purely because of this habit of mine to give the game away & ruin their publicity when the time comes.

- AND I still don't have a new nom de plume....

I'm on publisher number two, by the way, now. Publisher number one diagnosed me as 'Impossible' and pulled the plug, so my business manager / Agent, Uncle Chris Lloyd, just waltzed the book around the corner to another house. Kindly publisher number one have written off the money I got from them in 'sundries'.
Publisher number two sent a lovely lady down to see me to see if I was 'for real' (I ask you, what are the chances of me being that?) and I had a very jolly day with her and Chris - My wardrobes were opened and restaurants and bars visited along with vintage shops and even a sex shop. She rather liked the performance. And one is a showman after all....

In the same way that I used to carry a tape measure and a magnifying glass to do my clothes schtick (Mr. Woofboxer will confirm this), I took a Pantone chart with me to the sex shop to discuss the various shades of Purple (on the men) and Pink (on the ladies) displayed. It was quite a turn I put on. A real crowd pleaser. "I am confident you are unique" was the dear lady's verdict at the end of the day. I was knackered !

 
Hey Ho.

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For you, a free copy.


The Great Harry Stedman Swindle got me £2,640.50, this one has got me £1,300 so far.

One of Malcolm's rules:  "Do not play, do not give the game away."

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eizQ9l9Qu0A

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/\  Just realised I'd left the wrong link up there.

My apologies to the forum, and to Malcolm even more.

It's a mixed up, muddled up, shook up world, except for Jimmy.

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