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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August 11, 2005



What an unnerving tale. It starts with a cappuccino bar and a European plaza and some innocent tram cars and ends in this, eh? At least in the middle ages they built monuments to god instead of commerce, allowing for a bit of madness and zeal in their architects.

Here in New York we are having to contend with the firghteningly named "Freedom Tower" with all its metaphorical US-imperialist/phallic overtones and so forth. I thought Manchester had too much self esteem for such capers. I think there should be a competing monument designed and executed by the floppy fringed sensitive jingly jangly types. Perhaps a giant pink ball of fluff in the Piccadilly Gardens. I would like a postcard of that.

Oh, and I am glad you thought to include the beautiful blue Tyne bridge in your story!


2.5 million to be able to see Blackpool?


Blackpool, Liverpool, probably Hartlepool on a clear day. Cheap at half the price. Meanwhile I've just spent lunchtime casting our new skyscraper the occasional sideways, skywards glance from my favourite canalside bench. I can't say it's winning me over with its charms yet but I suppose there is time- maybe I've just got to find its best side.

A competing tower for those of a more sensitive disposition would be a fine thing indeed though. Instead of a phallic shining pylon on the top it could have a giant lollipop, or maybe just a floppy fringe lolloping over the sides and obscuring the view out of the 40th floor penthouse windows. Come the indiepop revolution we will reappropriate the site of classic jangly disco 'The Venue' (which has been converted, scandalously, into yet more designer flats) and make these very adjustments. Oh yes we will!


I believe that during Prague's velvet revolution they did something similar -- demolishing a giant and sombre head of Lenin (or was it Stalin?) that stood at the end of one of the city's prime boulevards and replacing it with a giant and silly metronome that symbolically marks time for the new jangly post-revolutionary era.

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