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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May 28, 2010



Eeeee, this one made me dizzy. What sort of sandwiches are there in this new world? Is there a futuristic cafeteria perhaps?


There is a futuristic kitchen with vertigo-inducing views of the Westside Panorama and a massive flat screen TV ostentatiously hanging from the cieling, or at least there will be when it's finished. For now the facilities amount to a microwave oven, a stack of office chairs, and a discarded desk from the old HQ, which serves as a dining table. It's not really open yet, so I had the whole place to myself the only time I went in so was free to enjoy a single-serving lasagne while contemplating the articulated lorries down below. Ooh it's a glamorous life in the Brave New World.


How man - I know a certain amount of vagueness is de rigueur for you Blog types in order to reduce the chances of mentalists rocking up on the author’s doorstep wanting to be best friends for life but, as you know, I am of the Westside and I am always interested in guessing where they’ve relocated you to (it passes the time at work you see). This one has me stumped… any subtle hints that will steer me in the right direction?


Well Dan,if I was to tell you that the New Building was until a few years ago occupied by a household name mulitnational hi-tech conglomerate whose geographical provenance is shared with that of the proprietors of the workplace known on these pages as the flangedesk(and also that the New Building is located on the junction of a main road and a road bearing my surname, at least it would if you took one of the letters off, Im not telling you which) then that might get you somewhere. Another very slight clue is that ITS ON TWENTY FOOT HIGH STILTS BY THE WAY! TWENTY FOOT HIGH STILTS!

I will post this comment then spend the rest of the afternoon nervously looking out at the dual carriageway for any sign of friendly blog-obsessed mentalists attempting to scale the outside walls...

Martin Q

Would the main road in question be one that is good for making a 'clean' getaway perchance? If so, then according to Google Maps those stilts have shrunk... Still, I don't blame you for the vertigo. Windows can be a new and frightening experience for anyone who's lived a sheltered office existence for some time...


Not a million miles away Martin, not a million miles away at all, you and Google Streetview between you have demonstrated the detective facilities of Holmes and Watson themselves there, and without even leaving the comfort of your laptop (unless it was you I saw being dislodged from the upper section of one of the massive cornerstilts this lunchtime and frogmarched off the premises).


Oh dear, sounds like one too many white wines at a corporate reception, one little stumble and a weak point in the window undiagnoses in the latest Safety Survey, and that could be a painful journey.

The last sentence gives it a lovely poetic finish, btw.

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