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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February 23, 2007



//When you get to your destination, you will find Newcastle Exhibition at one pound sixty-five a pint//

It's sorely tempting, if only for that...


That sounds a fab night! I loved the bit about being collared by the disgruntled ex-military man.

I was going to allow myself a little snigger at the OAP clothing style you describe so accurately there, but then I suppose polka dot shirts on boys might seem a bit odd when you're 95 and seen action.


A fantastic and miraculously lucid account, wor Jonathan! However, I am not too sure what wor mam will think of being portrayed as a church-going suburban lady type. We were in it purely for the jumble sales, right? I'd hate for you to damage your indiepop credentials irreparably.


A timely and quite correct intervention there, Abby-and one which our family's future biographers will do well to take particular note of. Our occasional bus- and Metro-powered forays into the leafier enclaves of Newcastle were indeed largely inspired by a commendably social democratic and really, let's face it quite nosy desire to rummage through boxes full of the middle classes' cast-offs to see what bargains could be had for less than the price of ten Embassy Regal. I remember one particulary fruitful Sunday night journey to Jesmond which saw us returning triumphantly home on the last number 12 bus with a nearly-new hockey stick, a 1950s vintage tennis racket and a bright yellow cast-iron yo-yo, in variable stages of working order but a veritable snip at 75p the lot.

The whole scene was indiepop to the core- as if to prove it, twenty years later Clearlake, Brighton's premier jangly wordsmiths, would pen 'Jumblesailing', their fond tribute to 1980s suburban bargain-hunting, which features the line 'it doesn't matter cos it's only ten p'. I bet their mams' kitchen drawers are still all full of yoyos that don't really work.

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