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 08, 2006



It's always tricky reining in that impulse to swear, isn't it? I have to do it with the folks: "Oh no, it was f-f-f-f ... complete ... er ... rubbish" etc etc


Ah, I am glad the boy has turned against the royal family at such a young age. He might take after his very own great grandad who, when taking an Alzheimer's-related test recently and asked by the doctor if he could name the Queen's husband, said after a long pause in the finest Bedlington brogue, "I'm neeee Royalist!" I seem to remember that he passed the test.


I'm glad you brought that up as I was going to use that story to show how Frankie was following in a proud family tradition of anti-Royalism... but then I thought it was really high time we moved on to another letter. I think another time we will have to have a series dedicated to our grandad and his slightly implausible stories. We could start off with the one about how he met Winston Churchill, and then move on to his famous wartime road-trip to Blackpool. After all if there's one thing missing from this blog, it's stories about the Second World War. Those Germans bombed our Grandma's house, you know!

Oh and I should make it quite clear that the ideological leanings young Frankie is showing signs of are of course not Republican (Heaven forbid!), but republican. With a little 'r' not a big one. I just did a search on the BBC website to assure myself of the correct usage...


Hang on a minute, where is this mythical field you speak of? Surely your house has either a railway line or another row of houses behind it??


I think you need to have another look at that map of Levenshulme in your head Clare.. the A6 and the train line run parallel to each other where we are, so our street,which runs between them, is at right angles to both. Behind our row of houses there is a field (which you can see from the A6, or looking down from the train just as you pull into the station). The field belongs to the Arcadia Sports Centre therefore to the City- when we moved in there was talk of building over it but thankfully that never materialised.

Apparently there did used to be a street of cottages where the field is though (it was called Levenshulme Terrace, you can still see the street sign on the side of the Church Inn)- but they knocked it down in the 60s intending to build some kind of futuristic cross-city motorway.. and then they noticed the small matter of the main Manchester-London train line forty yards in front of their bulldozers so had to revise their plans (and this is why we now have the M60 instead). Well that's what a woman told me who I found wandering around there one afternoon-she was paying a nostalgic visit back to where she reckoned her gran used to live..

So there you are- more informative than just drawing you a map I hope you'll agree!


I have a lovely image of you in Open All Hours now. "Fu... fu... fu... funny how someone left this cupboard door open for me to walk in to."

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