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Some blogs I know

  • Freckles and Doubt
    Considering her mastery of narrative structure etc. (insert narrative structure here.....)
  • Trailer Park Refugee | just three shots of tequila away from a bar fight….
    Just three shots of tequila away from a bar fight...
  • Exile on Pain Street | Straddling the Hudson River. One foot in NYC, the other in suburban New Jersey.
    One man's story, etc.....
  • 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...'
  • New York Bike Blog
  • 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.
  • Razorblade of life
    'Not so much cutting-edge as half-cut and still sliding'...
  • 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.
  • Bushra
    Bushra's blog/ homepage/ call it what you want
  • 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...
  • Private Secret Diary
    Dispatches from deepest Norfolk. Not that private and not that secret. Just consistently hilarious.
  • 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.
  • 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...
  • 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.

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February 24, 2005

Comments

Iain

Brilliant stuff - sort of le-Carré-in-Levenshulme... Watch your back, though - just because you're paranoid, it doesn't mean they're not out to get you ;-)

Vics

LMAO - I've lived in longsight, victoria park - well, all over really... You must be used to having leaflets thrust through your letterbox by now, every fast food/ taxi company in a 5 mile radius sends 'em out - twice a week!
and isn't the 192 shit? do you still get the gangs of kids running alongside lobbing bricks at the windows?

jonathan

Hiya and welcome Vics- you certainly get your money's worth on the 192 don't you? I've never had bricks thrown at the windows, but a mate of mine was sitting next to someone who was preparing himself a serving of heroin (I think 'brewing up' may be the correct street term, at least it was in Trainspotting.) After a minute another bloke got on, and politely asked, 'scuse me, mate, but that looks like decent quality shit there-where do you get it from?'. The two smackhead passengers proceeded to a lively and informed discussion of the provision of class A stimulants in south Manchester, for all the world like a pair of old ladies discussing the price of fish.

'Five pounds a bag you say? Daylight robbery! You want to go to a place I know off Plymouth Grove- three pounds fifty and it'll have you on the floor in five minutes flat!'

And this was at half-past two in the afternoon. If you get on the night service I've heard it's really rough.

I'm sure everyone has a 192 story or two. Somebody should collect them and put them in an anthology, like the recent one (you may have seen) of A6 poetry. They could leave them on the buses for us to read- make a change from the ubiquitous Metro news, wouldnt it?

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