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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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April 21, 2009

Comments

blueskies2day

Why the weighting system? Hehe...

As if your Egg didn't win!? A sellotape dispenser as a scooter is actually the best idea ever!

jonathan

It's like this. Just like in the Eurovision Song Contest the contestants vote by giving a score to everyone except themselves. However not all contestants vote. My dad doesn't, as he is the head judge whose vote will only come into play in the event of a dead heat (as was famously the case in 2007). And our Transatlantic connections (namely Abby and John of comment box fame) don't vote as, while their entries are in the room in the form of emailed photos, they are not.

Now, as I am sure you have worked out, if you don't bring into play a weighting system of sorts, then these non-voting contestants are at an advantage as they receive a score from all the voting contestants, while the voting contestants themselves get one score less, as they (as I think I said up at the top there) do not give a score to themselves.

Well you did ask. (and I think we can expect Abby in the comment box any second now with an argument as to how the weighting system is grossly flawed and has robbed several artistically brilliant overseas entries of certain honours...)

looby

Just in a purely technical way, I had to laugh at "I risked the wrath of a bar full of dandily-dressed Zimbabwean Arsenal fans by some over-exuberant celebration of an equaliser. So it was a rare treat to take in the Saturday teatime fixture at Stoke in a bar full of black-and-whites."

Eurovision's going 50/50 juries/televote this year, because the West is pissed off that the East is winning it all the time due to flimsy reasons like they take it more seriously and send their best artists to it rather than a couple of nobodies whose main gig hitherto has been Wolverhamption Labour Club.

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