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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September 21, 2006



Oh dear - that does sound a bit grim. I look forward to seeing a dramatic upturn in the Nuneaton area's flange exports as a result of your efforts. How long is this rather gruelling pattern set to continue?

I'm so glad you got "poring" right though; not many people can do that.


I've just been asked to do one of those anti-robot things when posting. Have you had a lot of comment spam?


Oh yes you'll get no 'pourings' instead of 'porings' around here, or any similar abominations- what do you think this is, The Guardian? I do think I might have misplaced an apostrophe a few months back, but you can be assured I took myself off to a back room here in Crinklybee Towers as soon as it was discovered and gave myself a damn good thrashing. It won't happen again.

As for comment spam I hardly ever get any as a matter of fact.. but I have noticed typepad will occasionally put up an anti-robot thing, just to keep us all on our toes. I think we're back to normal again now...


Only a complete idiot would get poring / pouring wrong. Not the sort of people who come here, that's for shore.

Sounds grim. I thought you were going to say they make stay down there all week. It does happen, you know. Even in Nuneaton. Probably.


A week? There are people in Nuneaton Asda who look like they have spent their whole life there. Not just in Nuneaton, but in the Asda. Mind you it is a very large and well-stocked Asda, I will give them that.

In the interests of balance I should point out the town boasts other attractions for any hardy souls prepared to venture beyond the immediate environs of the train station. For instance there is a statue to local figure George Eliot- who of course was born Mary Ann Evans, but pretended to be a man and wrote a series of novels including Mill On The Floss under her assumed name. Which may seem like a lot of work to go to just in order to escape from Nuneaton- but you have to remember it was the mid-nineteenth century and Virgin Pendolinos (or for that matter taxis driven by overweight Coventry City fans) had yet to be invented. I think she got as far as Bedworth befoe being discovered.

Martin Q

"poring/pouring" - maybe not, but we seem to have an incidence of "increasing/increasingly".


But then again it does sound like there are extenuating circumstances. I'll let you off this time!


Damn, you've got me there all right Martin. Rest assured I will haul myself into my office first thing tomorrow morning and give myself a stern dressing-down. Unless I get sent to Nuneaton again, of course.


Oh stoppit, I am Trying Very Hard not to be worried about my impending return to work in Nov, for which I appear to have agreed to work Stupid Hours to claw back some of the mony I've lost in the last six months.

It'll be all right, I keep telling yself. It'll be all right.

Oh, and I suppose you get some sympathy too. ;o)


If it's the same meeting every time (and they usually are, aren't they?) could you not just pretend to have been?

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