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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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May 30, 2007

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jonathan

By the way there's something up with me archives, so to follow the link to the Mo story you have to scroll right down the bleeding bottom of the page. It's worth the wait though as it is one of my best posts ever and why I never sent it in to that blog book instead of the one about the margarine I'll never know. Anyway that's enough shameless self-promotion, especially from someone who is in all likelihood in the process of having his very identity stolen by, I don't know, a gang of shady Moroccans all provisionally named Dave Harrison.

Right I'm going to sleep now before I really start rambling.

Vicus Scurra

That is one of the worst, even by their notorious standards, passport photographs I have ever seen, but it got me through immigration in Warsaw. Please let me know you credit card PIN, I am running out of cash.
I will let you have the stuff back, apart from the driving licence, as it won't be much use to you with 27 points on it.

jonathan

If you think I look terrible in that photo Vicus, you want to see me eight years older with the addition of unruly facial hair (although admittedly slightly better glasses) and after 24 sleepless hours mostly spent fretting about their lost passport...

Anyway you might have had me worried for a minute there- except, in a joyous development, I rang Mo the genius name-dropping cafe owner at 7 this morning and was amazed to find that instead of jetting off to start a new life as an exiled clean-shaven Geordie in Buenos Aires he had merely put my bag under the sandwich counter for safekeeping- a dissappointing lack of imagination, don't you think? Anyway I am eternally grateful to him and now don't care what happens in the rest of the day, it can't get any worse than yesterday! Right, everyone has permission to breathe again now...

abby

Ooooh, I believe this is the second time that you have left a bag containing your passport in the hands of reassuringly and heartwarmingly goodly cafe proprietors. There was that other time in New York when we sprinted 30 blocks to find the nice deli men going through your stuff to find out where you lived so they could return your bag to you. All this is just confirmation that you are a mad super genius so I wouldn't worry. I am sure Einstein left his passport everywhere.

But do get some sleep or you may find yourself signing up to be a Jehovah's Witness or something. I've heard that's how they get you.

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