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 14, 2011



Too alarmed at the thought of 90mph patios to contemplate the helium question. Erm. You'd float away and by the time you popped - floating too close to the sun, etc. - only the birds would hear your squeaky distress and would laugh at you. A pretty rotten demise.


I'm not sure but it sounds like fun.

I'd have had a similar attitude towards the Carry on Camping mug myself. I once clamped my hand greedily around a sexist Bamforth postcard mug featuring two well endowed young ladies working in a nursery,a horticultural job which requires the wearing of tight blouses and short skirts, who are somewhat alarmed to hear the manager shout "A couple here ready for bedding Bill!"


If you filled yourself with helium, you would sound like Geddy Lee for ever and ever and ever.


Judging from my experience of both helium and balloons recently, all would be happy and dandy at first. You would bob around perkily and be immensely popular with all but the most callow people. Then suddenly it happens, just when you're starting to look a bit saggy and neglected but still ok you know really, you're wrenched from your special post by a bunch of teenage boys who think no one is looking and who then proceed to attempt to kick you down the street.

Life, eh...

Nexus John

You would float higher and higher 'til the air became light and the magnet of gravity brought you back safely to Earth.

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