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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October 24, 2011



My girls are always asking me in which historical period I'd most like to have lived (I blame Horrible Histories). In the way you sometimes just have to come up with an approximate best answer I say urban Georgian England but only if I could afford a quart of port each day.

I can't honestly say it would be late 80s Black Country, despite having a few good memories of the Posada too.

And mentioning the war, I was thinking of having this poster blown up and framed for Melanie, who shares Frankie's rose-tinted longing for country-wide devastation: http://img.moonbuggy.org/crush-the-germans/


I think you owe it to your son to get a batch of genuine Roman 'garum' on the go. Just take five kilos of fresh anchovies, place in a barrel, salt generously, and leave for a year to liquefy. In 12 months, you will have no friends at all and Environmental Health will be on your back, but you will be able to give your boy the genuine Roman taste sensation on his cornflakes.


JB, I too am enjoying the delights of a World War. Only this evening, Johnnie quizzed me on where we should build our Anderson Shelter and last week we discussed the alomost entirely unbelievable notion of eating "powdered eggs"!?
Wonderful stuff mate...will visit the Bee more often! Ozz & Co


Ozz- great to hear from you bonny lad, hope the family are all well. While we were in the Imperial War Museum we saw a soldier's breakfast ration tin and we marvelling at the contents-what Frankie found most astonishing was that the tin contained a single cigarette to enjoy as an accompaniment to the powdered eggs, spam and tea.

ISBW- that Roman delicacy sounds about as tempting as... well, powdered eggs and spam. And given that Frankie burst into tears the other morning at the sight of 'experimental' soda bread-based sandwiches in his lunchbox (he's a sensitive boy..), I'd say the chances of a successful breakfast based on garum-covered cornflakes are slim to zero. But thank you for the suggestion.

Looby that is a very good answer and I can certainly imagine you as a Georgian gentleman in a townhouse somewhere (actually Lancaster wouldn't be the worst bet), slowly squandering an inherited private income on strong licquour, possibly while reclining on a chaise longue and recording vignettes for posterity in your diaries using a handsome quill pen.


This is way off topic but I know you'll appreciate it


Eeee this piece of writing is so great and funny that I have almost missed the 6:11 train. Brilliant stuff, our Jonathan!

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