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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July 22, 2007



Fantastic suff as ever. I too have hada troubled relationship with a variety of library services, and indeed still have a book which I borrowed in 1990 from A Grand Scottish Library That Shall Remain Nameless Because I Am Bizarrely Afraid Of Being Arrested And Shamed.

I love the fact that British people feel such guilt over what is a relatively minor infraction - maybe we are a more socialist species than we thought and can't bear the thought that we are denying someone the chance to read the large-print version of Murray Walker's autobiography.


Last week, I devoted an entire day to returning an interlibrary loan DVD on time (well, almost) to my college library, and ended up feeling completely exhausted, both morally and physically. I now realise I was foolishly trying to resist a genetic trait. Thanks for clearing this up, wor Jonathan!

An anonymous relation

Ohmygod, the truth is out. We are a family with fatal schizophrenic tendencies where libraries are concerned. We love them but hate to return their property. We go there for peace and to escape the crazy, mad world. We seek out new libraries in strange towns because we know they will be welcoming and free. We go there to while away a couple of hours, even when we're skint. But we don't love them enough to play the game and return our borrowings so that other worthy people might benefit.
And what about that dreadful mother with the Catholic guilt and the Billy Liar's calendars mentality; I'm sure she is a figment of your imagination. No convent educated girl would behave in such a dishonest way. All that brainwashing would be in vain. No, the genetic tendency to which you refer must surely come from the father's side and that poor woman is totally innocent. I won't have a word said against her.

Mr Nosy

That anonymous relation sounds a bit fishy to me. I am contacting the local constabulary!

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