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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September 13, 2012



I have always lusted after a folding bike--partly to avoid the bureaucracy with which railway companies make taking your bike on a train so difficult.

I think you've made the right choice, and for a chronicler of the everyday, a bicycle is an ideal mode of transport.


Ah, for a folding bike. This summer once again saw me dismantling a full-size hybrid bike and putting it into a (suddenly very heavy) bike bag in order to get it through the extra-large scanner and onto the Eurostar. On the outward journey I even arrived 5 minutes after check-in had shut and produced enough sweat for it literally to drip off my nose as I attempted the full dismantle (ably and cheerfully assisted by a pink-clad London 2012 Games Maker volunteer) while a helpful Eurostar person took my ticket away to check it in on my behalf. I made it to the train just in time, too. Granted, a folding bike wouldn't have eliminated the initial delay which led to all the stress, and nor would it quite have been appropriate for carrying tents, luggage, food and myself for the 9-day, 500-mile Danube bike tour, but it might have helped me look a little more master of the situation for those panicked few minutes on the concourse of St Pancras.

As for you, sir, as long as you are suitably attired I'm sure you'll make it through the winter. (Just fold up the bottom few inches of your parka jacket so that a wide band of the bright orange lining is visible to other road users and you'll be set...) And I always say that rain is just a frame of mind and if you are determined to think of cold wet rain as "refreshing" and not "yuck" then it will indeed seem thus!


Looby- 'a chronicler of the everyday'. I like that and will start using it to describe myself at every possible opportunity. I might start with fellow stranded commuters next time (like today) when waiting for 40 minutes with my folding bike for a non-existent bus back from the Westside. 'Ah well this is all part and parcel of the life of people like us you know- Chroniclers of the Everyday'.

MQ I think the Parka coat look would go slightly better with the sadly-departed scooter... although next time I am packing my folding bike onto a bus to Brighton for a fight on the beach with some rockers I will be sure to pack it in my bag.


Fair point! Btw, I hope you haven't got one of those folding bikes with the lethal design flaw that means they occasionally spontaneously fold up at 20mph. Brompton, you say? I think you're OK then - pretty sure it was the competing brand that had that problem. What the solution for missing X41 buses is, I'm not sure. As it is, I've yet to fully appreciate their existence... there never used to be such a thing, did there? It must be part of the Limpic Legacy or something.


In pre BBC 4 days, when a post-pub gentleman could not easily stumble across a documentary about documentaries or a well-researched biography of a musical artist that one had ignorantly been dismissive of in one’s youth but had grown to appreciate over the subsequent years, I ended up watching an Open University programme about the physics of a bicycle. A fascinating subject in itself I’m sure you will agree but you’d have been particularly drawn to an experiment of wheel size efficiency conducted by, yep its true, a heavily bearded, sandal wearing professor – the Brompton folding bicycle came top by some distance, which has always made me wonder why the Indurains and Le Wiggos of this world never chose to hurtle up the likes of your Col du Tourmalets on some of Britain’s finest engineering instead of the more familiar bike design…
Do you dis- and re-mount with the jauntiness demonstrated by Andrew Ritchie in the website’s video?


Mind you, it was a jauntiness that served him well in the opponents penalty area when representing Oldham in their glory years...


The boy Ritchie still looks jaunty enough to be sure but if we are talking about iconic Oldham forwards of the 1980s and their likely current expertise with a folding bicycle my money would be on Simon Stainrod any day of the week, you're looking at a sub-10 second man there if I ever saw one.

You should never have shown me that site though- I've just clicked by mistake on the 'style' page and it is all I can do to resist spending half a week's wages on an 'element-proof two-button oratory jacket' to wear while waiting for the X41, whatever the hell that is. Fortunately the fine looking fellow modelling the garment bears no resemblance whatsoever to Oldham's flying left winger of their early 90s cup exploits Rick Holden (who will always, by the way, be linked in my memory with that other short-lived fad of the era, the mobile touchline camera seemingly mounted on some kind of supercharged shopping trolley, which would track the progress of flying giant-killing left wingers in live televised Sunday games).. or we'd have been looking at the impulsive and ruinous purchase of a half-dozen of the damn things..


Hurray, I can't believe that it has taken me so long to get around to reading this masterpiece of Bromptonian literature. You have expertly captured the special feeling of folding and unfolding and I think the idea of 'urban theatricality' may become an avant garde movement in itself. Sign me up please and also be very very very careful and remember there is always another bus if you miss that one -- it is highly recommended to sing the Madness song Cardiac Arrest if feeling in any doubt!

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