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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 07, 2006

Comments

Iain

Mmmmm...you can smell the flanges, sorry, onions, from here :-)

jonathan

Hey Iain- I hope you appreciated what I think is my first-ever baseball reference there. Featuring, I am ashamed to admit, the only player whose name I can readily call to mind, and that's probably only because he used to go out with Marilyn Monroe. Now, if we are ever going to proceed to a second-ever baseball reference, then I am really going to have to start reading your blog more often.
So... Come on the Sox! (and, er, come on the New York Mets as well, who I have a certain familial loyalty towards- as well as a rather fetching blue and orange T-shirt- courtesy of another friend of Crinklybee and regular commenter).

Of course I will have upset both of you now won't I.. I suppose claiming to support both the Red Sox and the Mets is quite beyond the pail, like professing equal allegiance to Newcastle United and S**derland AFC. Someone help me out here, please...

Iain

You could conceivably support the Red Sox and the Mets, as they're not technically rivals (they play in different leagues: American / National).

The Yankees - now there's a team you don't want to mention around Red Sox fans. Definitely a Newcastle / S**derland thing going on there, as evidenced by the fact that they are often referred to as the MFY - Y being the Yankees and MF being...well, I'll leave you work that one out! ;-)

Ben

Sounds like an interesting article / book. I'm currently reading a compilation of "best bits" from the first 21 years of the literary(ish) magazine Granta, which early on features a Bill Buford piece grandly entitled "The End of the English Novel" or something like that. I kind of understand that feeling - at present, I want to be more mentally taxed by what I'm doing, but on the other hand it's often quite pleasant enjoying minimum responsibility and being able to completely switch off at work.

Abby

A fine piece of work here, wor Jonathan! I think you might want to throw about the phrase "in the weeds," a bit, which, according to John, who worked as a waiter for ten years or so, is what waiters say over here when they are run off their feet during the busy lunch period or whatever. I'm not sure what the office parallel would be, but it's a fine phrase nonetheless and I lay it at your disposal.

Nexus John

Well, I wouldn't say you'd bought your ticket yet, but you are definitely at the station looking at the departure boards.
Reminds me of "Wrapper", a chap I used to fish with. He was a welder on the North Sea rigs.. but that's another story.

looby

I read that as well and I was gobsmacked at the totally dedicated way he approached it. It's such a change from all the people who "go to Inida to study music" for three weeks, or "downsize" from 38K to 29K a year. I was well impressed with the bloke.

I had a brief spell as a sous-chef, and although I soon decided that I wasn't working split shifts of 11.30-3 and 6-11 for 100 quid a week, I really learnt a lot and I enjoyed the actual work, and the way that there's a lot of very crude language and absolutely no bullshit or pretence.

Tim

Fantastic post. Top stuff.

I worked in a Kentucky Fried Chicken one summer. I lasted four weeks. The coleslaw got to me in the end.

Best job I ever had. Or rather, the only one I ever had where you got free coleslaw for lunch.

Suze

So does he now know all the different ways to do eggs?

"Two eggs, over easy!" etc.

Suze x

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