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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November 10, 2006



Wow. Wasn't there that long ago myself, and I don't remember any sign of a bridge at all. They build things fast, don't they. Thanks for keeping us up-to-date with the latest Manc news. It's almost like being there, only (usually) less rainy.

On which note, what about that new skyscraper you blogged about a while ago? I don't remember seeing that either when I was back in the summer. Not that I was really looking for it, but you might expect it to sort of jump out and hit you in the face (in a manner not unlike the trams at the end of Archie...)


Oh the skyscraper is still there MQ... in fact if I am not mistaken it made a recent fleeting appearance on these pages (see the The Third Rule Of Cheap Week in the post before this one). Keep with the programme, man!

I can quite see how you could fail to notice the skyscraper though... The Hilton Tower, as I believe it is called, was being built right next to my work for about two years and I never noticed until it had been completed for a month... I think the thing is just so unfeasibly large that the average brain can't cope with the sheer enormity and is liable to blank it out. In order to properly satisfy yourself of the skyscraper's existence what you really need to do is retreat to some distant suburban location (such as the platform of Levenshulme station) and then try to catch sight of it out of the corner of your eye...


Is the Hilton tower that incredibly thin tower (or looks like it from the train from Lancaster anyway)? It is staggeringly tall, and makes me have involuntary unpleasant thoughts about...going down but not in a lift.

I'm gladyoung people still give you leaflets about things in the street. I've giveup trying to get exciting new offers about cheap calls to Kenya and Poland after a few incidents rather like your one with your new pal in the Polish shop where I've put out my hand tentatively and been ignored, which has kleft me with a day-long sense of personal failure that in the eyes of the young I don't even deserve a discount off calls to Slovakia.


oh, is that Beetham Tower?

With the swimming pool with the glass bottom & that???

I feel slightly queasy just imagining it.


You're right Beth. I've just found the brilliantly-named Skyscraper News :)


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