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 28, 2013



I'd like an allotment. Not for the vegetables, or to do any actual work, but to sit in the shed with ---well, possibly tea, but more likely some cheap Polish lager-- and listen to the test match and Radio 4. Perhaps you'd be interested in a subtenant?

Rain here has been co-operative: it was heavy on Saturday night, but it helpfully cleared away by 10am Sunday, and a couple of five-minute long flower-watering episodes since. Women round here dressing in ways which brings out my inner sexist.


I love this exciting and funny


I'm cranking myself up to a 'mediterranean attitude to time management.' Also, do hard men ever really retire? Lastly, you should only spend warm summer days indoors 'writing frightening verse to a bucktoothed girl in Luxembourg'....


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Looby- yes that could work you can live in the shed and in return for reduced rent undertake occasional light non-horticultural duties (polishing the wheelbarrow, that kind of thing).

Frankie- hello and thank you!

McGagh- welcome! And yes on reflection I'm sure you're right, they never do. And well done for spotting this week's gratuitous and semihidden Smiths reference...


Wait... is that THE Frankie? Has that day come? My, I feel old.

As for the heatwave, well, I'm rather glad it's over. At one point I was left in charge of watering my parents' allotment in London. The responsibility of not letting anything die whilst also not drenching and drowning anything was almost too much to bear. I like the principle of grow-your-own very much but fear I'll always be an Aldi fruit and veg buyer when it comes to the crunch.


It is indeed that Frankie MQ, the baby whose gurglings featured on these pages in 2004... well we knew he would get here eventually (thankfully he doesnt seem too terribly interested though, we can't really compete with googleearth and cbbc which i think is a good thing....)

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