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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January 03, 2007



So, when you say (at the start) your shirt was on back to front, you actually mean inside out?

If I'm wrong, that's very frightening. Tying a tie would have been an incredible achievement - presumably you didn't.


Oh did I say back-to-front? You see I'm really not functioning yet, I did mean inside-out. Fortunately the dress code doesn't extend to a requirement for ties otherwise Lord only knows what tangles I would end up in these winter mornings. I'd probably be coming to work with the cord from a dressing-gown dangling around my neck, or the lead from the back of the radio..


If it wasn't you I'd think you were making that up.

I loved the bits about not actually being there at the footie and writing the match report "with a few mistakes" from MOTD. I'm really laughing now, and the four pints of Westons Cider has nothing to do with it.


Boo! I prefered to think that you really *did* mean back to front. That would've been an amazing achievement of 'not quite with it'ness.

looby - Westons makes everything better doesn't it?


Westons. Oh dear.

Dunkertons Organic Black Fox, Beth. Lytham used to be nice once.


Oh hang on, I said Westons, didn't I? It really was Dunkertons, honest!

Oh God...I am so not suited to the modern world.


"The moustachioed Belgian's unscheduled valedictory circuit" - yes, I knew we'd got you in for a very particular reason. The syllables-per-word count has gone right up, as planned. We're now an intelligent football site. Come hither, Guardian readers...

Job well done on that front, then, Special Agent Jonathan - though I'm not so sure about you sharing our trade secrets with your public. I can assure your readers that I shout, cheer and swear during games whether I'm actually there in the flesh or elsewhere - at home, in the pub, at a wedding, at a funeral...

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