Some blogs I know

  • Fat Man on a Keyboard
    'At first they came for the smokers but I did not speak out as I did not smoke. Then they came for the binge drinkers but I said nothing as I did not binge. Now they have an obesity strategy...'
  • My Shitty Twenties
  • Baroque in Hackney
    Any friend of JD Salinger is a friend of mine...
  • New York Bike Blog
  • Cocktails and Records
    ... what could be finer? A weekly tune from the record box, handpicked, dusted down, and lovingly described. Also the place to get answers to Major Questions Of The Day, such as 'is rollerskating the new trendy alternative to bicycles?'
  • Clutching the tea cup
    '... or staying afloat while monumentally out of my depth in foreign parts'
  • Belgian Waffle
    Prolific? Bien sur. Waffle? Not a bit of it. The best thing to come out of Belgium since Leffe Blonde, and that is saying something.
  • Non-working monkey
    'Why taking work seriously turns you into a cock', among other lifesavingly important career advice.
  • ishouldbeworking
    She should be working- somewhere near Brighton. But we are thankful that she is writing. Among other talents, an enviable ability to eavesdrop the choicest conversations...
  • Razorblade of life
    'Not so much cutting-edge as half-cut and still sliding'...
  • Nine foot Joe
    tall man
  • blue cat
    This blue cat fellow (he writes for the telly you know) issues forth an apparently effortless stream of grade-A funniness that has me overcome in turns by helpless laughter and shameful, powerful envy. There I've said it.
  • Joella
    Joella in Oxfordshire. Working for The Man while training to be a plumber (I think!). Loves gherkins, hates aubergines... and Fascists.
  • Jason Mulgrew
    Jason in his own words: 'I am from a blue-collar Irish Catholic family from Philly, complete with a chain-smoking tattooed dad, a short gregarious mother, a younger brother that despises me and a younger sister who’s pretty sure I’m gay'.
  • Clare Sudbery
    Another of Mancheter's finest... a textually loquacious word-freak, with quite a way with words.
  • Chocolate Sandwich
    Unusual delicacies from Gateshead, Tyne and Wear.
  • A Free Man in Preston
    Office life with unforgettable characters such as 'Stella, my eighties yuppie witch of a team leader', seasoned with occasional out-of-hours forays into the murky world of Lancastrian barbershop quartets. The writer is a very nice chap to boot.
  • Assistant
    another Jonathan! Sure there's a lot of it about...
  • what's new pussycat
    What can I say here? Just a very funny, engaging and captivating writer.
  • Bushra
    Bushra's blog/ homepage/ call it what you want
  • girl on a train
    ... and sometimes in an office and in some other places.
  • Dubsteps (formerly Hobo Tread)
    Thoughts of Skif, a Havant and Waterlooville fan exiled in Liverpool- possibly the most engaging non-league football writing to be found on the web- and with a little bit of politics, and plenty more beside!
  • Tired Dad
    The Man Who Very Nearly Fell Asleep
  • troubled diva.
    Mike, the self-styled 'Fairy Godmother of British Blogging'. He got us all published in a book, you know...
  • Glitter For Brains
    glitter! for brains!!
  • Rhodri
    Livejournal is much-maligned in some quarters which is perhaps why you haven't seen a link to Rhodri anywhere else. Be assured, though: this is a writer of rare poise, able to extract hilarity from the most humdrum of subject matter. Oh and as well as being a professional broadsheet journalist he's also the keyboard player with Scritti Politti (I swear I'm not making this up).
  • Private Secret Diary
    Dispatches from deepest Norfolk. Not that private and not that secret. Just consistently hilarious.
  • little.red.boat
    Cool name... really cool site!
  • 1000 Shades of Grey
    He's actually black and white.
  • Silent Words Speak Loudest: Unlicensed to thrill
    an exiled geordie in nottingham- no, in birmingham!
  • The man who fell asleep; Sadness and ecstasy in unequal measures
    The book inspired by this veteran site (A Year in the life of The Man Who Fell Asleep) features the 'sarcastic polar bears of north London' among other oddities that the author manages somehow to render absolutely plausible.
  • Emma Kennedy
    the daily weblog of BBCTV and radio's Emma Kennedy. The design and format (and the car number spotting thing!) may be copied from Richard Herring- but Emma has very much her own writing style. Consistently entertaining.
  • Pete Ashton's Internet Presence
    Birmingham's finest. Writing with enviable clarity on every subject under the sun since 2000 (a very long time indeed!). Now with added nice pictures of canals and stuff...
  • Tokyo Times
    Lee Chapman. Not the ex-Sheffield Wednesday striker (at least I don't think so) but an English bloke who lives in Tokyo. And tells interesting stories about it. Often accompanied by pictures.
  • Petite anglaise
    Petite, our very own 'cause celebre' (she was sacked for blogging back in the day, you know). The first novel now published, but she hasn't forgotten where she came from, oh no...
  • diamond geezer
    From London. And seems to have been around for about as long as the City itself. One of the 'Old School'.
  • Looby
    'An awkward, clumsy fellow; a lubber; a novice'....a venerated (if refreshingly irreverent) blogging institution. Lancaster's very finest!
  • RichardHerring.com
    The comedian Richard Herring's kind of online diary thing. Always worth a visit.

From the neighbourhood

  • Levenshulme Daily Photo
    We're a very photogenic little suburb, you know. The go-to place for arty shots of express trains speeding past sports centres, kids on scooters dissappearing up alleyways... and rain. Lots and lots of rain.
  • Love Levenshulme
    Handcrafted local blog taking admirably positive slant on all things M19. Equally delightful postcards available from libraries, butchers, and candlestickmakers the length and breadth of our part of the A6

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September 29, 2006



//a jar of Polish gherkins, a bag of dried Iranian figs, and a box of Daz washing powder//

There's an alternative nouvelle cuisine recipe hidden in there somewhere...

City Slicker

I have always had a soft spot for pierogi's


Welcome City Slicker... I had never heard of pierogis so have just looked them up on wikipedia... and found that they are a ubiquitous Eastern European dumpling- the Warwaw equivalent to the Greggs pastie, perhaps. Whenever I can summon up the courage to pay a return visit to my local grocer I will be sure to ask for them by name, in a bid to salvage some of my Polskaphile credibility (if that is the word for admirers of all things Polish...). I should think a couple of pierogis will make a lovely accompaniment to Iain's recipe suggestion (and I'm not going to argue with Iain on nouvelle cuisine, given that he lives in Paris and all, where they know about such matters).


You're a true statesman, wor Jonathan. On your next visit, I think you might like to go in for the little fudgey Polish sweets with a cow on the wrapper. I think they are called Krowki. You could even try saying that you "need" some Krowki, and bang your fist on the counter a bit to add a touch of authenticity.

I can't wait for the next installment and hope it will involve some brawling!


I have a request: Please demand 5 bottles of Vodka, delivered in a Victoria Wood style, with a funny little song thrown in for good measure, then report back. Thank you.

I'm about to go to the building society as Stephen Fry.


I've always had a soft spot for Poles too. Mainly because of my Polish Uncle Bill.

Only he's actually Ukrainian.

(if you're going to pick up 3 indiscriminate items better make sure you've got more than £20 about your person, unless you want even more trauma)


Buying Walkers crisps in this shop is like ordering an omelette and chips in an Indian restaurant...

We've got a similar dilemma at the moment with Beneditos, the Portuguese delicatessen on the corner of our road (what it's doing in Splott I have no idea). We've been in a few times and marvelled at the salami, but not bought any yet. And then the other day Jenni took the plunge and bought a bottle of Portuguese red wine - and it turned out to be not very pleasant at all. We want to patronise the shop and help to keep it alive (when it was shut recently for a while we were concerned, but it turned out the proprietors must have been on holiday) - but even at the risk of choosing another bottle of awful plonk? It's a dilemma.

As for pierogis, one of my favourite pubs in Nottingham was run by a chap whose parents were Polish. His mum used to make fresh pierogis for the pub menu. Never tried them, but they obviously went down well.


Brilliant - the Benny Hill leer as you left the shop! You really describe that hand-wringing cringy awkwardmess that is such a major probelm in the life of the Modern English Liberal has to deal with in his encounters with foreigners.

Funnily enough there's a Polski Sklep opened just round the corner here. The gorgeous black-haired 20something shop assistant is doing wonders for my aesthetic appreciation of Eastern Europe.

You'll definitely have to give the Diskoteyka a go as well.


Kabanos. You can't go wrong with kabanos. One of the many Polish delis that have sprung up in Shepherd's Bush sells that well-known Polski speciality, er, Polish copies of Playboy and Penthouse...


'Hand-wringing cringy liberal awkwardness'- I couldn't have summed it up better myself Looby. There is also this perhaps slightly self-important conviction we suffer from- that what people from overseas most desperately crave is the approval of ourselves, the Guardian-reading classes. In reality the Polish guy probably really couldn't care less whether I go to his shop or not.. and I bet he would rather I spent a tenner on Daz Washing Powder and Walkers Crisps than half that amount on his more exotic fare in a cackhanded attempt to gain his approval...

And Jamie, I can see why there would be a demand for native-language Playboy; the editorial content of some of these publications is really quite surprisingly topical and incisive you know... or, er, so I am told...


Up here in the North East we are delighted to be driven about by our newly recruited, charismatic Polish bus drivers. They are totally unphased by Geordie accents, loutish behaviour, uncontrollable school kids, complaining grannies, people with twenty pound notes and screaming babies in buggies. They have even been forgiven for their cavalier attitude towards timetables and bus routes, preferring to take a short cut if the designated road looks too congested - a pragmatic approach which appeals to the Geordie's adaptable, good natured outlook on life.


Is this story just a cover up for some mid-life crisis your thinking of having. Is the next step to tell Charlotte that you are going out to a Pole dancing club.

I agree with Izzy about the bus drivers although the driver who tried to take a bus load of City fans the wrong way up a one way street was given a crash course in the seedier side of the Mancunian dialect before being greeted with a chorus of 'Well dones' and a few thumbs ups when he succesfully deposited us at the City of Manchester stadium 5 mins before kick off..

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