Cheat – that’s 30 on a triple word score

Scrabble boardThe perils of Scrabulous on Facebook were highlighted to me recently by a former work colleague.

“I’m taking a break,” he said when I challenged him to a game, “since someone pointed out how a lot of people are cheating.”

Chastened, even though we’d never played and he wasn’t accusing me, I replied, “Well we’ve all tried out combinations we weren’t sure about and pressed ‘Submit’, only to be told it’s an invalid word.”

My challengee kindly pointed out that this wasn’t what he meant and indicated that people have been using certain anagram-style sites to find good words from the combination of letters on the rack.

My best mate and I talked about this recently on a night out in the pub. He brought up a great Woody Allen piece of writing called The Gossage-Vardebedian Papers where two people spar during a game of postal chess.

Their game ends when one suggests playing ‘postal Scrabble’ instead. The exchange ends brilliantly with this:

I shall make the first play. The seven letters I have just turned up are O, A, E, J, N, R, and Z—an unpromising jumble that should guarantee, even to the most suspicious, the integrity of my draw.

Fortunately, however, an extensive vocabulary coupled with a penchant for esoterica, has enabled me to bring etymological order out of what, to one less literate, might seem a mishmash.

My first word is “ZANJERO.” Look it up. Now lay it out, horizontally, the E resting on the center square. Count carefully, not overlooking the double word score for an opening move and the fifty-point bonus for my use of all seven letters.

The score is now 116—0.

Genius!

When blogs go very wrong

Picture the scenario. You’re an aspiring 19-year-old writer, fresh out of school and soon to take a few months off to travel around the world.

Suddenly, you get a call from some bloke at The Guardian who’s heard on the grapevine you’re off travelling and wonders if you’d write a blog for the paper’s website about your experiences.

Naturally you say yes, never imagining for a moment that people might find it interesting enough to read.

However, that was far from the case when Max Gogarty’s first entry appeared on the Guardian’s site.

The vitriol that followed may or may not be justified. Having followed many a thread on other parts of the site, I do think that the Guardian’s blog community is particularly harsh, but then they’re probably of an opinion that the content should be pretty high, given that contributors are probably being paid.

However, in this case, the reaction was so strong and almost universally damning that the GU’s Travel Editor was moved to write a reply.

Inevitably, this got just as much of a shoeing as the original blog.

Part of me feels pretty sorry for the guy (19-year-old Max). At that age, very few of us can manage to craft copy that would be lauded by the audience of the Guardian blogs.

Hell, I know I’d have a problem now at almost twice his age. The fact that he writes for Skins doesn’t mean he’s a great writer, more that he can probably create dialogue that is credible for that age group.

Midway through the comments in the Editor’s response, Max’s dad writes saying that it’s hurt both Max and his family reading the comments. This is one point on which I have no sympathy.

Max’s dad is a writer himself and should know that people take potshots at journalists for both their views and ability to create well-read copy.

He should also know that, if you publish something on a widely-read site like The Guardian, those taking the potshots are far more likely to make themselves heard.

Whether the Guardian’s online editors were right to publish Max’s musings in the first place is also something that could be debated. Personally, I just hope that Max doesn’t take it all too much to heart and continues to pursue his dream of being a writer.

One day (hopefully very soon), he will look back on the incident and be able to laugh at it and treat it as just another ‘war story’

What’s in a name? Tiguan

VW TiguanIt’s been difficult to avoid adverts for the new VW – the Tiguan. Now, I know names for cars are tough to come up with, but Tiguan!?!?

Apparently, it’s a mix of the words ‘tiger’ and ‘iguana’, which, I suppose makes sense, although I’m not sure why you’d want to name half a car after a type of tropical lizard.

Why didn’t they just call it a Car-meleon?