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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January 11, 2010



"My husband's car's a BMW and that's crap in the snow."

Made me chortle. As I trudged through ankle-deep slush for the Metro.

Forest Pines

That steam engine they have cut open in the Manchester Science Museum, the Isle Of Man Railway one, is rather cute as far as steam engines go.


All this snow business is making me very cross. I am sick of having to wear the thermals I bought for walking in the Alps at home in my lounge room.

On the positive side, you did get to go to the excellent Science Museum. I could spend ages in that place...


Michael, I heard exactly the same comment about BMWs from someone giving me a lift into Manchester the other day, so along with your overheard coment in the snow I think we can save ourselves the trauma of visiting Top Gear's website, or wherever it is petrolheads go to get their kicks, and just agree right here and now they're probably rubbish.

Forest- I remember you when you were a completely different blog, that was of course in prehistory or as it is otherwise known 2004. And I know exactly which steam engine you're on about, in fact I conducted a frank assessment of its insides on my visit and can report that there was a lot of Victorian pipework in there, none of which I could explain the necessity of at all. I do love the Engineering Museum, but often think I would get a hell of a lot more out of it if I understood the first damn thing about what pistons were for and so forth. Damn humanities-based education.

And Cocktails, I'm not surprised you're cross, if I were you I'd be damn well livid, and I don't imagine the news that southern Australia is experiencing a record heatwave is doing too much to cheer you up, either. Don't worry, I have it on good authority it will all be over by July when we can expect a heatwave ourselves, or failing that two months of light drizzle.


Eeeee, I'm glad to hear that the snowy weather is continuing over there and that you are getting proper snowy days off. I hope you managed to make it to the top floor of the science museum so that Frank could turn the crank and make the car go up the wall.


I can confirm that Frankie not only sent the Mini up the wall but back down again as well, thus empirically proving, like thousands of tiny Mancunians before him, that gears really do work and the Victorians weren't just having us on with their pesky so-called Industrial Revolution.

All most educational, and if the schools had been closed for another day I might have considered a trip to Stockport's perennially deserted Hat Museum, where there is another Mini, incongruously parked in the middle of the floor surrounded by a display of early 20th Century headware. It is accompanied by some sort of spurious plaque explaining how the rise of car ownership led to the chronic decline of Stockport's once-proud hat industry, which never seems to me quite enough excuse for the lowering of a full size hatchback into a cramped former machine-room two floors under the A6. Personally I suspect the origial mini intended for Manchester was delivered to Stockport by mistake, and, out of bitterness at the loss of their traditional artisan hat-making livelihood to the all-conquering internal combustion engine, they have been keeping it hostage there ever since.


Oh no! Eccles got cancelled!


"surreptitiously eating our own packed lunch in the overpriced, overmanned cafe" - I think I'll wait to hear Frankie confirm the aforementioned food achieved 'Packed Lunch' status before believeing this tale... we've been here before Jonathan!


Christ! I very much doubt this Jonathan fellow's ever written a dull sentence in his life!


Dan, I can confirm that the packed lunch was subjected to the sort of thorough inspection normally undergone only by promoted non-league football clubs hoping that their dishevilled amenities will pass muster at the higher level of competition to which their on-field exploits have earned them access. And I can reveal that the addition of a number of improvements- such as a seated enclosure for visiting supporters, and a peanut butter sandwich- are going to be needed, before we can hope to entertain luminaries such as Northwhich Victoria.

And John- ha! I think we both know we did allow a dull sentence to get past our own strict inspection procedures on one occasion- but it was a long time ago, and we don't think anyone noticed. We shall never speak of it again.

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