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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February 21, 2014



Poor old 1990s telly. It reminds me of HAL, the computer in Arthur C. Clarke's 2001 A Space Odyssey that kept singing 'Daisy Daisy' as it malfunctioned and eventually died. If that old telly is still in the back garden I would check it every four hours for sounds of song/signs of resentment etc. AS for The Winter Olympics I say if we can't have the comedy of Eddy The Eagle or the artistry of Torville and Dean I'm not interested. I'd rather be stuck on Channel Dave for ever.


Well done for moving house and finding your pots and pans. I have found that it is essential to push through and empty all boxes by the end of the first fortnight otherwise you have boxes for ever. I look forward to further reports!


Abby- well that will be boxes for ever then! I can report though that today I piled some boxes full of old St Etienne singles on top of each other in the spare room, and am claiming that is glorious, if stately, progress.

Izzy/Me mam- You've got me worried there now. It seems quite happy out there for now in the sunshine but I'll cover it with a blanket and maybe bring it a cup of tea later on, a wronged 1990s telly is not something you'd be wanting to face in your back yard.


I last moved house in July 1986. Yes, far too long. Divorce would hardly be stressful at all compared to moving. I have no idea why it takes so long to get internet and phone connections, even when it's the same company and I hope it's not too long before you're connected.


But... whatever made you desert the halcyon Guardian glossy paradise that is Westside? (Or whatever it is called?)


Awww... you finally left Levenshulme in the end? And where is this far south side of which you speak? Alderley Edge or some such upwardly mobile destination? I must, of course, blame myself for having turned my back for a few moments - now look what's happened. Well, the inner suburbs' loss, etc, etc. I think I passed your glamorous (neon-decorated) Westside workplace on my bike last night though, which is what reminded me to come back and see what you've been up to. That it would involve so many boxes, though, I never would have guessed.


MQ- Alderley Edge? Hell no-I don't know how much you think they pay us in that neon-lit office... but we are far from footballer's wives territory here I can assure you (unless we are talking a certain nearby fallen-from-glory Northern Premier League team whose exploits have on occasion featured on these pages).

Looby- it was the promise of regular Northern Premier League football on the doorstep. And Robinsons Best Bitter. Puts £10000 on the asking price but you know what they say, Location Location Location (I think that is what they say).

Z- well we are finally connected now (and Frankie has even worked out how to connect the telly to the internet- a marvel of our times!). But yes, we won't be moving again for another I should say twenty five years.. I hope.

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