Calls For Blogging Code of Conduct After Death Threat Shock

The support for a blogger hounded by death threats has intensified with some high profile web experts calling for a code of conduct in the blogosphere.

The female blogger at the centre of the row has been shocked to discover that hers is not an isolated incident. It has led her and others to question some of the unwritten rules of blogging and many internet experts believe this could force a re-examination of the way the tight-knit blogging community behaves.

Among those calling for a bloggers' code of conduct is Tim O'Reilly - one of the web's most influential thinkers. He said yesterday:

"I do think we need some code of conduct around what is acceptable behaviour, I would hope that it doesn't come through any kind of regulation it would come through self-regulation."

O’Reilly, whilst being an undoubtedly popular figure in the internet blogging world, is also living proof of the theory that typing up self-obsessed inanities to socially-retarded onanists all day, every day does less than nothing for your command of the English language.

It is believed that the blogger who went public over her death threats has welcomed this news. Speaking from a secret hideout in Paul Eddington Road, Doddiesville, San Antonio, Texas, second house on the left past the Wimpy, hiding just behind the bins, Michelle Fowler said:

“It’s a sad day when you can’t talk about your cat’s bowel movements on the internet without someone threatening to murder you. I guess it’s just lucky I didn’t mention that naked child I’ve got tied up in the garage then, huh?”

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This Much I Know

Martin Clunes, Actor / Comedian, 44, London

I knew I wanted be an actor when I was seven and played Joseph in the school nativity play. I didn’t fluff any of my lines and my parents took me out for ice cream at the end. Magic!

People don’t appreciate how difficult it is to act well until they’ve seen really bad acting.

Contrary to my public image, I’m not a big drinker. When I landed the part of Gary in Men Behaving Badly I went out and bought a Mint Choc Viennetta and ate the whole thing myself!

My idea of self-indulgence is to stuff my face full of ice cream treats. Not the stuff off the ice cream man though, that‘s just wrong.

I’m not really an angry person. But if someone tries to pass off cheapo domestic ice cream cones on me, I’ve been prone to some pretty nasty reactions; let’s just leave it at that.

Therapy isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. I was in therapy from the age of 8 til 11 and I don’t feel it helped me at all. It didn’t help me with the nightmares and even now I still wake up screaming over that terrible, terrible day. It’s like I can still feel that 99’er melting in my hands all over again.

You never forget your first Wall’s Feast. Mine was when I was 11 and it was this discovery that encouraged me to quit the therapy. I mean, flaky chocolate, nuts, chocolate ice cream and solid milk chocolate in the middle? Come on! Most importantly though, it was wrapped and came with a stick to hold. That totally changed my life.

Money can’t buy you love, but it can buy you some serious ready-packaged ice cream products!

I think that I use exclamation marks too often.

Happiness is a hot day in Madrid and a chilled Nestle Maxibon. Half yummy chocolate ice cream and half delicious biscuity wafer. It doesn’t get any better than that I can tell you. Now if only we had them in England……

Politics isn’t for everyone. I wouldn’t say that I’m a very political person myself, but I do get passionate over the really crucial issues. Hence my recent decision to get on my hobby horse and become something of an agitator.

The range of ready-packaged ice cream products available in this country is a disgrace. You just hop on a plane to France, Spain or Italy. Even Germany for God’s sake and you’ll see how bad we have it over here. Every shop and news-stand carries a plethora of them. What do we have? You’re lucky to get a choc ice or a strawberry bleeding mivvy. Who won the bloody war anyway?

My wife thinks I’m being stupid. As always. She may be right, but someone’s got to take a stand. We’re either in Europe or we’re not. And if we are in, then we should enjoy the same ready-packaged ice cream product privileges as our neighbours. Our government are quick enough to hand our fish out to all and sundry after all.

At the end of the day, all you can do is say you’ve tried. And no-one can ever take that away from you.

Clinton 'Barracks' Obama

In the Americas, Democratic candidates Hilary Clinton and Barack Obama joined forces with civil rights activists in an attempt to gain the 'black vote'. Both candidates spoke simultaneously to packed congregations in the deeply racist southern state of Alabama.

Mr Obama, speaking at the ATM church announced "I stand on the shoulder of giants!" which was true, as he was standing on top of two burly bodyguards at the time.

Mrs Clinton, 78, spoke of the courage of the 1965 civil rights marches who walked through the town of Selma, on a day which became known as Bloody Sunday. Mrs Clinton appeared to take a line from her husband when she appeared to say "Put it in your hand and start munching towards a better tomorrow". She also appeared to mumble something about wanting Bush to face a tongue lashing.

Fat Boy Not Slim

An 8 year old boy weighing 14 stone has been allowed to stay with his mother after a local authority hearing. William 'fatty' Foulkes, 8, heard the news earlier today, and celebrated with a cheeseburger dipped in chocolate and lard.

William recently lost a stone, but found it again later and placed it back with his collection of other rocks and pebbles.

When asked what his favourite musical instrument was, Will replied "The school dinner bell".

Wills mother, Thatsall Foulkes, blames her sons weight problem on 'convenience culture'.

Mrs Foulkes, 89, stated "If they didn't put handles on fridges, he wouldn't be able to get at the Turkey Twizzlers, and its not my fault I can get 15 frozen pizza's into my oven. If they (the Government) want my son to lose wait, they better move me to a bigger house so he can move around more, and increase my handouts, I can't live on 12 hundred pound a week and be expected to buy carrots...can I!?"