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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August 04, 2007



I used to cycle that sort of distance every day in London. I really enjoyed it, despite all the dangers.

The problem is this wave of perspiration which washes over you immediately you step into the hot office. Then you acquire a reputation as a bit sweaty, which certainly doesn't help with that lovely new Croatian girl on reception.


M25? Gosh, that is a long way away, Mr Bee.

Back in the day, when I used to cycle to Levenshulme station and catch the 07.33 (or watch the 07.33 pull away before my eyes and wait for the 07.52) before cycling the remaining half mile to work, one of my colleagues was puzzled.

On one of my last days there she revealed the source of her puzzlement.

"Oh, you catch the train most of the way here, do you? Because I knew you lived about 10 miles away and I know you don't take a shower in the morning when you get here. But the strange thing always was that you don't smell. I couldn't work out how you were cycling all that way each day and not getting sweaty."

I didn't mind her confusion but the thought of her sniffing me surreptitiously to check my odour levels throughout the year was amusing. In fact I only cycled the whole distance once (on the way home only), and did indeed get a bit whiffy, although I must confess there are no witnesses to that fact.


I'm not one for product placement but there's something called Pit Rock which is a completely natural product which is like a stick deodorant. It doesn't block up your pores like normal deodorants but just kills the bacteria which make you smell. It's brilliant and really works.


Pit rock? That's a new one to me Looby, but if it is any good at repelling the embankment-dwelling greenflies who ambush unsuspecting commuters like swarms of tiny bloodthirsty Dick Turpins then I might be persuaded to give it a go...

And MQ did I say M25, hell that would be a ridiculous distance to commute, I'd be needing a helicopter... I of course mean Manchester's very own circular high-speed thoroughfare the M60. Or at least I might do unless the whole motorway thing is a red herring designed to put stalkers off the trail of my new 9-5 destination...

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