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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November 04, 2007



Inheritance task?
Is that where you have to run an errand for the Chancellor of the Exchequer before you're allowed to have your own money?


So wise not to go inside. We went to Haddon-where-they-filmed-Jane-Erye -Hall and it's one price fits all. So we went inside to be underwhelmed by lots of roped off dusty things which anyway you have to push past armies of schoolchildren doing projects to get to. BORING.

The tea room was ace though, shiny brightly coloured tablecloths clashed violently with the surroundings and we beat the rush by having our lunch at 11.57. The gift shop was also marvellous, with locally made bath salts with a little sign next to them saying 'these are Lady Edward's favourites'. Lady Edward? What sort of a name is that?


Tea rooms are everything. I think the same rules hold for museums as well, where it is always best to head straight for the gift shop or the cafe. Now, I wish I knew what my inheritance task was.


Whatever happenned to picnics? I always find cafes disappointing. There's never enough butter for the scone and some even charge for each of those silly little squares. The tea is either too weak or it's stewed and rarely do you get that half cup top-up that is so essential to proper afternoon tea. No, pack a picnic, find a spot with a view and enjoy the escape from other people.
By the way, Northumberland is pretty empty at this time of year and it's free to get in.

Nexus John

Wonderful. You hit so many nails on the head, I've lost count including the courteous gentleman in the green shed who must lose track of the odd fiver or two.
Aye, it's the middle class at play alright and brilliantly observed.
I despise the bloody places and feel the better for reading what you thought.

One of your best yet!


Thank you Mr Nexus John. I can advise you that your Inheritance Task is to nip into Fenwick's and buy the Chancellor of the Exchequer a stottie cake and a neat quarter-pound of best pease pudding. Fenwick's though mind, he doesn't want any of what hs private secretary terms 'your second-grade Greggs rubbish'.

Tim- yours is to call into the All-Night Spar for Forty Regal, a box of matches, and a bottle of Thunderbird. If they haven't got the Regal he'll take twenty Embassy Mild if they've got them- the ones with the light blue box.

Others on application (or maybe I will start a brand new sister blog- findoutyourinheritancetaskshere.blogspot.com...)

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