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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March 09, 2012



I'm very sorry for the dodgy formatting in this post by the way. And for the mis-spellings, and for the fact that the reference to the Levenshulme Catholic Club is not made into a hyperlink (as it should be in order to make sense) to a Crinklybee post from December 2004. It's all down to my horrible, horrible computer, which is bringing me to the verge of tears here. It took one hour to write the psot and a further hour, and counting, to get it to publish, and even then not properly.

Sorry. Again. You're not interested in my dodgy computer, any of you. Normal service will be resumed as soon as possible, etc.


Oh dear, a trial in the living and a further trial in its retelling. Your formatting has been a bit haywire for a while actually but I assumed it was some sort of arty device to introduce subtle levels of emphasis.

I always wanted to be born on 29th Feb. I'd love the idea of only having birthdays every four years. What an excuse for a party. (But not involving children, or spacehoppers).


Well, I've managed to get the link to that December 2004 post to work (thank goodness; its absence has been nagging at me for a week), but my attempts to correct the formatting and mis-typings have met staunch resistance from this here computer so we are indeed going to have to imagine them as a postmodern flight of stylistic fancy (I'm starting to get used to them actually- that stray definite article in front of 'suburban interiors' for example I was loathe to take out when attempting to edit just now)...


8 years? Has it really been that long? Well, I think I may have missed the first year or so. Nonetheless. Wow. And your life, or at least your regaling of it, is as entertaining as ever. I've so far managed to escape ever having to be at a kids' birthday party (as an adult, and, come to that, quite a lot of the time as a child) and now I count myself very grateful indeed. Though a turn on a spacehopper would be something I might be prepared to bash someone over the head for, too...

(And I was glad to see Charlie and Lola having an influence on today's youth and its use of language!)

If you ever want someone to take a look at that there computer and maybe bash it a bit with a hammer (ahem - try to fix it), just say the word...


I think an even scarcer resource was the cadbury's chocolate fingers that were being traded and hoarded like rare diamonds among the assembled 8 year olds. I remember at one point 'borrowing' 2 from Frank to prevent somebody down the table from crying, and then losing track of them, and narrowly avoiding a diplomatic incident. I think Frank may have become distracted by a flying spacehopper...anyway, it was a brilliant party!


I'm late into this, but wow, you have a leaper in the family! That is SO COOL. And I do remember the orange spacehoppers with the squiggly handles. There were never enough to go round in the 70s either, as I recall, if that's any consolation. For his 12th/3rd, you could go for pogo sticks?

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