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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September 01, 2009



Ha ha...I so recognise that mixture of lower middle class meandering around from teaching to admin to customer service. I used to put inst. ult. and prox. too! I did it because my boss didn't know what they meant.

I've got about 4 or five versions of my cv now, all of which include some economy with the verite in order to cover up the couple of jobs which have gone majorly wrong.


It's funny isn't it that when you were at school, you were encouraged to get a career, a 'proper job' - you know, leave school, go to uni or do an apprenticeship, become an electrician, teacher, architect, chef, whatever and life would be happily sorted forever more. No one mentioned a lifetime of meandering around and accidentally blundering from one job to another.

As for me, it's all been downhill since university. I graduated and got the best job ever in the university library. Basically I drank endless cups of coffee, read the daily papers, cut them up into bits and stuck them into subject files. All employment has been a disappointment since.


Hmmm - I also recently spent several days writing a brilliant job appl. and didn't even get an interview. I wrote today and asked them why? Answer pending.


Looby- I've been described as a lot of things but Lower Middle Class isn't one of them... although of course you've got a point if my CV (any version of it) is what we're going by. After all I don't think that Geordie chef was attempting to decapitate me with his casserole dish as a gesture of proletarian solidarity- he thought I was stuck-up little college boy. Of course I prefer to think of myself as working class on account of coming from Fenham and believing, until I was 15, that mayonnaise was just what posh people called salad cream. I don't know, perhaps we need to call in a sociologist to make an independent assessment.

Cocktails- you have reminded me that I have committed the cardinal sin of leaving a year-long gap in my CV. Immediately after the TEFL I spent a year working as a floating library assistant back home in Newcastle- it was a happy, stress-free and largely uneventful posting, which is probably why I sometimes forget all about it. But I do still wonder why I rejected the notion of doing a Librarianship course in favour of sticking with the preconceived plan of launching myself at the mercy of the feral teenagers of South Manchester.

And Sue-Ann- ah, a Sociologist if I am not mistaken- perhaps you would care to pronounce on what class we may be around here (I'm only joking, I wouldn't put you on the spot on your first visit...). But I am very impressed by your refusal to accept an interview rejection.. a follow-up letter, you say? I am toying with the idea of following suit- after all, what is there to lose? Although of course more likely those vast reserves of work-related self-doubt may just scupper any such thoughts...


Yes, it's difficult knowig what class you "are" - I feel working and middle in me in equal measure, especially when I'm out with people who fall into one or other of the categories more strongly.


Brilliant. I am particularly impressed with the sprinkling of 1950s epistolary technology in your replies to gas customers. I think I shall follow suit (not to gas customers, obviously, just in general).

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Thank you Jamie- and I am so pleased to know that you are still out there (I think I have mentioned more than once that Eclectic Boogaloo was the first of these blog things I ever happened across and Crinklybee started off as a poor imitation).

As a further tribute to austerity-era office practices, by the way, this comment is written in my best copperplate. Actually I have only the vaguest notion of what ones 'best copperplate' might look like, but I recall that it is what the eponymous hero of Billy Liar has to produce in his capacity of undertaker's clerk in 1950s Leeds.

(of course, the author of that work Keith Waterhouse died this week at the grand old age of 80, so maybe this comment is a tribute to him).


Ah, the joys of the potwash - I've experienced that in three different jobs, all of them crap. Coincidentally, my worst ever job was also connected to Newcastle Airport - I was working for one of the catering companies in the catering village. Only washing-up duties, but I'd advise anyone to think very carefully about ever eating an airline meal. Not that I heed my own advice - if I'm a bit peckish and already poured a few of those dwarf bottles of wine down my neck, I'll still happily tuck in...

Re: taking employment inspiration from kids' TV programmes. Does Frankie watch 'Dora The Explorer'? You could give exploring a go. Or going further back in time, how's about litter-picking ('The Wombles') or allotment-tending ('The Flumps')?


Eeeeeeeee, I have finally gotten round to reading this one, after waiting until a particularly Mondayish Monday morning has me in the sort of grip of existential panic that no amount of cafe con leches can salvage. I particularly remember the airport job, which somehow you persuaded me to do as well (they tried to promote me to sandwiches but I said it was too hard so that I could stay on table-clearing). I seem to remember that your dirty dish trolley-packing skills were unsurpassed. And I also witnessed your growing pallor while in the Oldham teaching post -- part of our family's strange preoccupation with trying to be teachers when we are clearly bettter suited to being librarians or hiding. Oh, and can you give us more examples of your 19th century gas board correspondence? More arcane phrases please!


... speaking from the standpoint of a Friday which has provoked quite Monday-like levels of existential panic (see today's post), librarianship and hiding both seem like frighteningly attractive career options right now...

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