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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June 10, 2011



I turn my back for a few minutes and you go and get an allotment. Well, you might wonder what I was doing with my back turned. Looking at my own Moss Side 10 ft square of concrete, as it happens. I offered it to any of the Moss Side horticulturalists who wanted to take me under their wing and show me how to redeem it, but before they could even get their gloves on, my lodger went and cleared the weeds from the tubs and planted a range of salad vegetables, herbs and wild flowers. He will be delighted to learn of your beer technique, since his first lot of lettuces vanished without trace shortly after sprouting... the tomatoes are soon to go outside, so we'll see how long that lasts. I've already been given radishes from the community veg patch: my reward for a little bit of digging done back last autumn I think. Just a shame I can't stand the things.

There's a lot of this gardening lark about at the moment. Not sure if it will catch on, though. Illogically (when you think about it), it's far easier to trust a standard shaped and evenly coloured object from Asda's veg aisle than anything grown out of next to nothing in one's own backyard. How sad.


Well, I never knew slugs were such discerning drinkers. Or maybe that's just Levenshulme slugs. Maybe in Paisley and New Cross they're happy enough with Tesco Econo-Lager.

Good luck with the radish (is the plural "radish"?). They are a fiery delight when homegrown.


I hope the tatties are doing well and haven't been approached by the dreaded eel pustule worm (or something like that) that I heard about yesterday while down on our uncle mark's plot. In the midst of lovely healthy looking potato plants were 2 horribly withered ones that had apparently succumbed all of a sudden, falling next to their comrades as if picked off by trained assassins.

And can't wait to hear about your radishes!

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