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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January 15, 2013



Very funny Jonathan.

It's becoming a hardened stereotype that Northerners are warmer conversationally than Londoners. Having lived in both, that's not my experience. For taciturn sullen men, come to a pub in Lancaster at 1pm. By 10pm they might muster a "'right?", which is when you know they're uncontrollably flowing with human warmth after several pints of Old Peculiar.


Thank you Looby! Re friendliness of strangers I do think it's true that the Northerners who go on most insistently about how unfriendly Londoners are tend to be the same ones who've hardly ever been. Your man Maconie at least is speaking from experience (and even in the midst of the polemic, it's not hard to detect a certain fascination for the 'Big Smoke', one he suggests is shared by all of us from up North).

In my experience, walking into an unfamiliar pub at 1PM is an unpredictabe business no matter where you are. Take that place in Furness Vale last week, it made your average Lancaster lunchtime boozer look like the Salons of Europe (whatever they are, or were, I have no idea- it's a phrase I read about 20 years ago and was so taken by that I've been repeating at every opportunity ever since). Maybe if we'd stayed for more than 30 seconds and ordered a pint to go with ou bag of crisps we'd have found ourselves embroiled in all manner of highbrow but light-hearted repartee reminiscent of an edition of Friday Night Review, but there was something about the glimmer in that bull terrier's eye that made us loath to hang around on the off-chance.

Nexus John

Writing from Home in Newcastle I've always thought of Lancaster as being rather "southish".

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