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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March 15, 2010



Well, I've learnt two things here:

1. Pass the Parcel just isn't the same any more (how are children meant to learn the true miseries of life, not to mention parcels if there is a prize in each layer?)

2. They announce the size of the crowd at the end of the football. Really? REALLY?!


Eeeee, this all sounds very harrowing. And as to these inter-layer prizes, what is the world coming to? I remember when I was a lad, playing a whole game of pass the parcel in which the only and final prize was a little metal Clarks badge of the type that they give you when you buy a pair of shoes. It was grand!


Cocktails, they have always announced the size of the crowd at the end of the game- usually the crowd respond by giving themselves a round of applause for turning up. You might also be surprised (or dismayed) to learn that British football supporters of rival teams are capable of debating at great length- not over who has won the most cups etc, but over who has the most loyal (ie most steadfastly numerous) support. This is a point debated with particular passion by Newcastle fans, possibly because we have never won anything for fifty years so can only claim superiority over anyone else in terms of levels of blind, stupid devotion.

Oh and I am very glad that you have both picked up on the modern-day fannying about with the format of Pass the Parcel. I'm no child psychologist but I will wager that these sense-of-entitlement-raising interlayer lollipops represent a timebombesque threat to the very fabric of mid 21st century civil society. If Gordon Brown has any sense he will make their outright banning the centrepiece of his re-election campaign. Of course it will never happen, New Labour is probably in thrall to a shadowy cabal of confectionary magnates.


In the Lancaster Variant of Pass the Parcel we don't play the Interleaved Prizes Rule. We do follow Manchester, however, in preparing for important ties of any sort with Several European Style Pre-Contest Lagers.

I've just googled for the Bridge Inn. It sounds like it would go in one of these post-ironic anti-tourism guides.


A fellow blind, stupid devotee writes...

Yes, what is with that Pass the Parcel thing? Not in my day etc etc. Just another symptom of Broken Britain/political correctness gone mad.

Sod's law that Frankie's first match would be goalless - but good to know he's already been dressed in Toon colours. Too young yet to appreciate that that's like being given a hair shirt to wear for the rest of your life, but there you go...

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