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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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July 02, 2005

Comments

MB

Ah the five-a-side. Having played with various different groups of lads, your story does resonate like I was reading my own life story.

I tend to be in high demand for 5-a-side too. Being that I am a goalkeeper who will actually stay in goal for the full hour. This means that no one will have to don the gloves until the next goal goes in.

Although occasionally I do the last five minutes up front, because just between us I'm a great striker too.

Iain

//At the end of the game he would pick up the rucksack and run off again, into the bushes and out of sight. One week towards the end of summer he never showed up, and after that we never saw him again. Nobody knew where he had gone, or for that matter, where he had come from in the first place.//

He'd gone back to that mythical place hidden in the cornfields at the far end of the park that are home to the ghosts of long-forgotten German footballers, who hang around waiting to be conjured up by Kevin Costner and his dreams of building a floodlit football pitch out there.

"Birchfields of Dreams: if you build it, Hans will come..." ;-)

Paul

Glad to see I'm not the only one who broadens their geordie accent at even the smallest prospect of trouble.

abby

how! ye! man! geddoffmeebaalyeburrodengobshitesor aalsmashyerheedsinaaalofyis!

Rhodri

Marvellous.

Rhodri

Marvellous.

Ben

Good intimidation tactics - I like it! ;)

looby

He he :) What is it about regional accents that make people sound hard? I sound like a Southern poof, so I'd have never have got my ball back.

Ma Baker

Jonathan, remember what I always used to tell you when you were playing with those rough kids from Benwell - if there's any sign of bother put your glasses on and tell them your a Quaker.
As for your sister, I don't know where she learned to talk like that! - Certainly not at that posh school what I sent yis tee.

Ma Baker

Jonathan, remember what I always used to tell you when you were playing with those rough kids from Benwell - if there's any sign of bother put your glasses on and tell them your a Quaker.
As for your sister, I don't know where she learned to talk like that! - Certainly not at that posh school what I sent yis tee.

Jonathan

Well putting my glasses on and telling the Nine o Clock Blokes I was a Quaker was Plan B- but fortunately such extreme measures did not prove necessary in the end.

Of course the Geordie accent works all very well until you come across something even more intimidating. If the Nine O Clock Blokes had been Glaswegians, for example, then I don't think any amount of 'Why Yer Bugger Ye's', or even a deftly judged 'Hadawayandshiteyerbeggerman' would have saved us from a thorough beating.

Mike

Great stuff. I'd give an honourable mention to a single appearance at Platt Fields by some mad bloke called Danny, who spent the game dashing up and down shoutin "Go home!" (I think he meant 'man on, pass it back to the keeper') and "6-5..6-5!!!!!" And of course the 'Dave Kendrick's trainers incident' at the Pitz. Were they Sambas?

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