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 25, 2008



Ah, before anyone points it out, no there isn't a part three, I just somehow managed to miscount the preceding chapters before this one. Oh well it means that a fine Crinklybee tradition of flawed trilogies is continued... as some of you may remember the 'Wolverhampton' trilogy ended up actually having four parts due to me having to go off to the launderette towards the end of the third one, or some excuse of similar literary merit. We'll maybe get it right next time...


You've just told the internet! Ten quid says Santi's got a Google Alert out on you and will be round with what's left of his oar to take out your windows...


A suspenseful triumph, Jonathan! I do believe I am shivering with remembered fear. Never go back to Spain -- you are a wanted hombre!


Oh dear...that was very funny. In the week of the boat race as well.

On the afternoon I was moving out of a house in Ilford (which was as glam as Castro Urdiales) I managed to ram a pile of records into this huge mirror belongng to my landlady. The worst of it was having to pretend I was concerned about the mirror when all I was worried about was my irreplaceable collection of diso-funk classics.


Thanks for the warning - I'll make sure I put all wooden water-related family heirlooms well out of reach next time you come round...


Thanks for the warning - I'll make sure I put all wooden water-related family heirlooms well out of reach next time you come round...


You bastard! I've found you at last! Now, vengeance is mine...mine!

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