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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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June 02, 2009

Comments

beth

Crikey, you have been having a right old time haven't you!

Sorry about that relagation business. Still - not the end of the world, is it?

abby

Eeeeeee, I just got excited all over again about the bus museum. I am still waiting on the archival number 53 bus photos but it will be gala day when they arrive. I hope that you're not too swanky for buses now that you're a tilting Pendolino traveller.

jonathan

Now we're back home I can assure you the Pendolinos are once again just the long red streaky things that whoosh past our back garden every 30 minutes and make the old Victorian windows shudder in their casings. Meanwhile we're back to the delights of the intersuburban bus service, which on Saturday saw me and Frankie crisscross Manchester's southern reaches using not just a pair of 169s, but also a 197. One for the connoisseurs there and for any passing habitues of the Cheetham Hill transport museum.

Oh and relegation... the truth is I'm actually quite relieved that the whole sorry story has at least ended definitively. Also as someone who grew up in the 1980s (when we were habitually rubbish) there was part of me that never could never really take all these high-octane matches against Manchester United and the like entirely seriously. This part of me finds the prospect of sparsely-attended home game with Grimsby Town comforting, like an old blanket. I'm sure this says something rather revealing about me that a team of pychiatrists could have a field day with, but there you are...

Ben

Piggy-backs might have made me feel better. God knows, I couldn't have felt much worse that day...

Still, the fixture list's up so I've been infected (ridiculously) with something approaching excitement for the forthcoming season. Will we never learn? etc etc

Tim

Pendolinos rock, so to speak.

Skipsey

My memory of the piggy back incident is that I ran as fast as I could down Heaton Moor Road, with rider in place, and, having badly misjudged the Becher's Brook-like jump that is the kerb outside Kro, threw the pair of us onto our faces in the middle of Shaw Road.

We're lucky we're not dead man.

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