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 20, 2010


Forest Pines

Dr Beeching also gets the blame for an awful lot of closures that weren't actually his fault. Beeching was Chairman of BR from 1961 to 1965; "The Reshaping Of Britain's Railways" was published midway through his term. All of BR's closures had to be approved by the government of the day; the responsibility for signing most of them off was down to Barbara Castle.

(there are, to be fair, plenty of problems with Beeching's analyses - for example, for most routes he didn't seem to consider any intermediate efficiency-saving steps instead of closing routes completely)


Speaking of kestrels, I just re-watched Kes last week. Maybe, in another world where the education system didn't let him down, Billy could have avoided the pit by doing the rounds of country fairs with a team of incalcitrant kestrels instead. Now there's an alternative ending!


Did I just post something?


Sounds wonderful. There's something uniquely endearing about this almost willfully crap kind of British Summer Venture. You have to love them. And it wouldn't have been the same if Rocky had just played along, would it? If you're going to have a kestrel, you may as well make it a surly one.


"Fun" days seem to be run by older people who were brought up in a time when children found getting out of the chimney for a few hours so exciting that they'd happily watch paint dry.


Forest Pines- thank you for the clarification, I have to admit my knowledge of Dr Beeching was very much of the back-of-a-packet-of-Bensons variety and your expert contribution has just extended it approximately sevenfold. I don't know, what with you this week and Simon and his correction of my schoolboy 'colour of Ghana's national football shirts' error last time out, you people really keep me on my toes. Which I am thankful for, as the budget here at Crinklybee towers doesn't stretch to the engagement of a Factchecker.

Cocktails I will have to put Kes on my rental list, it's like the career of Dr Beecham in that the only bit I am familiar with is the school playing field scene with the teacher who thinks he's Bobby Charlton.

ISBW and Looby- yes, well it was kind of crappy (the Fun Day) but also kind of... well, fun. Although if you're asking if I'm going to spend every available weekend between now and Christmas watching ill-equipped cockneys and surly kestrels engaging in battles of will through the medium of the field microphone, then- well, I think you know the answer to that one.

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