Inexplicable PageRank for my Bebo Page

My Bebo page has inexplicably garnered a pagerank of 3/10/. This is despite the fact that my profile has only been visited 3541 times.
Don't get me wrong - if egodeity.blogspot.com got 3541 hits, I would be laughing (I'd be surprised if it was anywhere near 30 hits - if you take away my hits...[sniff].) However, Lily Allen's Official Bebo page, which also has a 3/10 pagerank has 119651 hits.
I really don't know where my high ranking is coming from, and it makes me question the validity of the ranking system. I have outgoing links from the page to YouTube (through my flashbox), but all other links, incoming, or outgoing, are internal within Bebo, from my friends, most of whom have a pagerank of 0/10, or 1/10.
Even more bizarrely, the PageRank of my Bebo Blog, is 5/10.

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Beckham - he's going for the ego massage.

David Beckham's latest career move has been the biggest news story in the western world it seems. Potentially the most lucrative (financially, at least) sports contract in history (the oft-quoted $250m/£128m is perhaps an exaggeration, he is entitled to a large cut of his clubs earnings, plus he gets to keep the money he makes in personal contracts - a luxury he, perversely, didn't have with Real Madrid), versus the plight of talent wasted by poor decisions.

Everyone from Martin O'Neill to Alex Ferguson has had something to say about the transfer, usually summing up with, 'well, it's his decision - good luck to him.'


Speculation abounds as to how much influence Posh had on the decision - apparently she was a big factor in the move to Madrid - as opposed to somewhere else in England. Now, in Hollywood, Posh has probably seen what those NASA geniuses can do with Paris Hilton, and wants a piece of that action.


Nobody has dared speculate on Beck's ego in all this. When he was at Old Trafford, he was (inexplicably) cummed over by the football press. After one spectacular goal (from the halfway line), and an important free kick that scraped England in the 2002 World Cup, and they think he is God (well, their God - all us Egodeists know he is his own).

They even balked at the suggestion he was sold to Real for a 'measly' £25m.

And of course their the Hello Magazines of this world, who needed to fill the void left by Princess Died, and Posh and Becks arrived at exactly the right moment. I have recently flicked through an issue, where all the cover articles mentioned Victoria in some sense or another (one was even about the woman herself!).

Then they went to Madrid. David became a second-choice in the football lineup (then third, then fourth), and Posh became just another WAG. It took a bigmouthed babysitter to blab about shagging him for either of them to become news again.

Now, when Becks goes to America he (deseverdly, for once) will be hailed as the biggest player in the league. Being first choice midfielder will be a given (it's probably in his contract). And all the accolades will come crawling back, because he will be the very big fish, in a paddling pool.

The rise of Socio-fiction

Are we witnessing the dawning of a new genre of film? I have noticed over the last couple of years a vast increase in films that present an alternate political reality. Films such as V for Vandetta, and now Children of Men. How would you class these films? They aren't exactly science fiction, even if they are set in the future sometimes. And you can't call them Political thrillers, like The Manchurian Candidate because that was a work of fiction based on actual history, as opposed to a supposed future.

Therefore, I hereby declare that we now have a new genre of film - namely Socio-fiction. Feel free to steal this marvellous phrase to describe other such films. I'll update this post when other examples come to me.

last.fm charts

Last.FM - The social Music revolution, as it refers to itself, has a nice wee tool that allows you to keep your own charts of the song/artists that you have been listening to over the last week. This is my chart from the last week.

I would prefer to put it on my Bebo, or the sidebar of this page - but I don't understand very much HTML, so I can't. Waah!

Join up and get one yourself.

Britain's latest serial killer.

Ipswich police are warning the two-dozen or so prostitutes in the Ipswich area to remain vigilant as suspicions are growing of a Jack the Ripper-style serial killer is at large.
Of course, the real issue for the tabloids is much more serious than that.
Who's gonna come up with the witty pun?
Rip-swich...Ipswich ripper...Kill the 'Swich... are some bad examples that they've probably already scrapped.
Although the guy does seem to be pretty effective, the BBC reports that police are worried about a fifth woman already - after less than a week. So they better hurry up - as everyone knows, its not a serial killer unless he has some jingoist name.

Update: 22 December: It seems the term "Suffolk Strangler" is emerging as the jingle-of-choice for the Redhead (and other shit - the link is to the Daily Mail) Newspapers. However, the fact that the prime suspect has been nicknaming himself the Bishop, should help the cause if it turns out he is guilty. Having said all that, the Scum insists on referring to the Ipswich killer as the "Ipswich Ripper" (which I had already debunked - see above) - even though he is not 'ripping' them, as it were.