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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March 04, 2007



We should really have a National Aesthete Day when we all behave like Wilde and Loti. The thrill would be lost, though, if you work in an office which required a risk assessment in advance.

As for the Arsenal keyring - not so much lost in a house in Manchester, as hidden in shame.

Highly enjoyable, thank you.

p.s. Is it the Richard Ellman book on Wilde?


The very same Johnny, the very same. Highly recommended if you have not already read it...

And I like the idea of a National Aesthetes Day. Perhaps it could be combined with our other idea of a National Walk-To-Work Day (see post of Jan 19th..)- and we could all perambulate languidly to our places of employment resplendent in fine silken gowns, greatcoats shaped like violas, and sporting raffish pencil-thin moustaches about our lips. Obviously we could not be expected to attend to anything so prosaic as our day-to-day jobs once attired in such vestments, so the day could be pleasantly spent smoking fine cigars and engaging in scholarly wordplay, preferably in Latin.


Great plan, wor Jonathan. I seem to remember that the aesthete's diet also includes contracting a bad case of syphillis at an unfortunately early age, and henceforth taking mercury for it, which turns your teeth a becoming shade of green before the incipient madness sets in. Sign me up!




Indeed, there has been uproar. Friends of Levenshulme even held a demo to protest its closure! Granted, they waited until several weeks after it was closed, but the thought was there...


Thank you and welcome Linda from Levenshulme. Yes, I think I am still in denial over the sad loss of our Bobby Dazzlers, the one-stop M19 emporium stocking everything from fold-up garden chairs to Ajax scouring powder to giant gaudy china dogs. I liked the way if they couldn't find what you wanted on the teetering shelving they would get a stepladder out, remove one of the ceiling tiles to reveal a secret trap-door, and climb into the roof.. where an even more extensive array of budget fancy goods were squirreled away in labrythine bunkers stretching, some said, as far as Longsight to the North and Hazel Grove to the South. Rumour had it that the reclusive empresario Mr Robert Dazzler himself lived somewhere up there, in an opulently-appointed suite adorned with Europe's finest collection of giant gaudy china dogs and Manchester City alarm clocks. Not really.

As Clare says the closure of Bobby's- and also our local supermarket in the face of the nearby opening of a giant Tescos- has led to great consternation among the great and good of Levenshulme.. I was at a very rowdy public meeting/ slanging match last night where a representative from the council was given a thorough grilling on the contentious subject of the decline of our High Street. No concrete answers were forthcoming on exactly what we can expect next...

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