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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May 06, 2006



Wake up!!!


A real proper night out! There's nothing like it is, and you appreciate it far more as a new parent. I'm sure you'll have had a great time, with no lovely but mithering little'uin in tow. On those rare occasions me and girlf go out together it actually feels quite strange for the first few minutes. We're not used to it. Whatever you decided I hope it was brill.


eeeee, mind, I hope that's canned salmon the bairn's on about. He sounds a bit high-born to me. I might have known, what with you hanging out with those southerners, down there in Lancashire!

Martin Q

So do you ever go to any FC United matches, Mr Bee? Last Friday's fixture was a very good match, so I hear. I could have offered you accommodation! (For connections from Levenshulme, I'll send you the timetable, which isn't generally published by Northern Rail for some reason...)


It was odd enough for the first few minutes Looby- especially when everyone else on the bus into town seemed to be either wearing Cowboy costumes, or be dressed like the Liver Birds in 1973. But you can rest assured we recovered to have a splendid night out. Some kind of report may follow....

Abby- don't worry, if the lad as much as hints at an attempt to pronounce 'rollmop herring' or 'grilled sea-bass' before the age of twenty-six, we will be whisking him up north on the first available train, and keeping him there. We've got our names down for a tenth-floor flat in Cruddas Park tower, complete with kitchenette and verandah, just in case, like...

In the meantime in a new linguistic development Frankie has discovered colours... except, everything is blue (or 'bool' as he pronounces it), even things which are quite clearly red, green or pink (like a postbox, a frog, and his nose, respectively...)

And Martin Q good to hear from you... amazingly I was just reading about FC United's trip to Leipzig on the Guardian moments before seeing your comment... I will be keeping a close eye on Platform Two of Levenshulme station for future special excursion services to prestige European friendlies. And here was us on Platform One thinking we were exotic on account of the occasional weekend stopping service to Blackpool North...

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