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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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July 01, 2009

Comments

looby

A fine example of Comparative Blouse Studies, a neglected area of investigation but one long overdue for analysis.

Our girls' sports day today got cancelled because it was too hot. A bit of a shame for the girls but I was quite pleased that I wasn't sitting outside sneezing my head off for three hours.

beth

You're right about it being your job forever now. I only escaped from 'Bric a Brac' (aka 'White Elephants') to 'Craft' by being PTA Secretary for four years.

lovelevenshulme

Enjoyed this post heaps...

jonathan

Thank you and welcome, Mr Levenshulme. You'll be pleased to learn the chef's head timer is functioning admirably and is even as we speak abetting the manufacture of a spaghetti bolognese.

Actually this spur-of-the-moment purchase has sparked a minor fixation with kitchen timers and I found myself late one night the other week searching through images of the tick-tocky little fellows on Ebay. It took all of my strength to resist putting in a speculative bid of £2.50 for a particularly handsome Italian item.

Cocktails

Hello Jonathan, have just been enjoying your fine blog over lunch. Thanks for the link and good luck with the kitchen timers.

jonathan

No bother -welcome aboard. I trust you will find Crinklybee to be a fine accompaniment to your lunchtime cocktails...

Abby

Eeee, do you think the organising committee knew about your formative years selling sweaty sandwiches at the Miner's picnic, not to mention our family's bric-a-brac stall in Blyth Market? Perhaps they spotted your potential.

jonathan

The Miners Picnic of 1981! I had competely forgotten. Mind you my recollection is that the majority of those sweaty sandwiches made the return journey unsold back to Fenham in the selfsame tupperware containers that had transported them so hopefully to the wilds of Ashington in the early hours of a summertime Saturday morning... was there also a failed sideline in 'jumping bean' children's toys, flailing unimpressively across our mam's teatray at 50p a pop? I don't know, maybe I'm imagining the whole thing. The market stall at Blyth, however, I can state with absolute confidence actually took place in real life.. whether we ever sold a single item of bric a brac to the discerning customers of recession-hit Northumberland is another question entirely (I recall a stallfull of Arabic/English pop-up telex directories that proved mysteriously hard to shift to our clientele of newly-redundant-miners' wives, who seemed more interested in the adjoining stall packed high with Charles and Di related ephemera...)

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