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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April 07, 2006



That must be the first time I've heard of a floral design tea cup being used to stop a robbery.

Even when he was caught red-handed he said that you were lucky, and a twat - it's as though they've lost face but have to keep up the bravado.

Never mind - next time I hear any strange sounds downstairs at night, I know the attire which strikes terror into robbers all over the north.


Brilliant, brilliant post. JonnyB better watch his back - you're coming up on the rails...

Martin Q

Yes, there is a bit of the JonnyB about this post - still most excellent though!


Haha - forgive me for laughing at your being robbed. Very funny post and one that I can identify with. Down here in that London, I have had five (count 'em) bikes nicked. The last time, I hot-footed it round to Stoke Newington nick, where I had to fill out a form. The guy behind the desk was close to laughter when he assured me that 'someone would look into it'.


Oh that's OK Jamie, laughing at my misfortunes is perfectly acceptable round here, in fact it is positively encouraged. And anyway if you've had five bikes nicked I'd say you have earned the right to laugh at exactly who you want...

In a further development, a policeman did turn up in the end- not in a Ford Granada but on a pushbike, which, showing what might be considered a cavalier disregard for recent neighbourhood crime patterns, he left casually leaning on the garden fence while he came inside for a cup of tea. Do they not know there's all sorts of dangerous criminals about? Anyway he's going to come back soon with a gallery of snapshots of local desperadoes loosely fitting my description of the hapless would-be bike-thief..

Oh, and the Grand National. By the simple expedient of doing exactly what the bloke in the Guardian said, I won £60. £60 yer bugger! Now I just have to decide what to do with this sudden windfall- I am teetering between really sensible options (a new pair of shoes for work; paying the £60 fine I'm going to get for driving through a red light the other week), and really frivolous ones (an almost-random selection of Spanish indiepop records bought off the internet, and a cool badge with a picture of an elephant on). Of course this process of deliberation is a mere charade, we all know exactly which way the decision will go...


....'being shot in the paddock' OUCH!!

I know how you feel about the cost of being in work these days. I'm sure 'The Charity Committee' is the name of an Eastend Crime syndicate run by two violent psycopathic brothers who know doubt love their mum.


Haha, brilliant.

And at least you didn't report your bike stolen to the police, only to find you'd left it locked up in the local precinct after absent-mindedly walking home from the shop.

Not that I'd ever do anything like that. Oh no. Not me.

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