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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November 13, 2014



A most entertaining sketch J -- reminds me slightly of your classic tale of accumulating embarrassment in the polish shop in Westside.

Your ears must be good if you can pick up all that. I wonder if one of the courting couple went back and blogged about a man who seemed to be hanging around a long time in the corner shop tonight.

I wonder how long the ADHD group stayed? If I were pinning my hopes on a lock-in, I'm not sure I'd rely on someone with a medically reduced attention span.


Ha! I hadn't thought of that, possibly they were diverted by the special opening offers at the flagship Spar and never even turned up.

I suspect the youngsters would think of blogging as something they are vaguely aware of their older cousins having partaken in during the early years of the century... I'm sure my café eavesdropping exploits are all over Instagram however (no, I've no idea what Instagram is. Or for that matter WhatsApp. Do they still have Whatsapp, the young people?).

And comparison with the Polish story.. high praise indeed (like you I hold the Polish story in high regard, I think it is listed down on the left there in the rarely-updated 'Best of Crinklybee' section). Curiously both of them started in the same way with me heading out into the neighbourhood knowing I wanted/had to write something and having no idea what.... and then a chance occurrence (in this case the encounter with the man in the checked sportsjacket) giving us a germ of an idea to start with....

(the man in the sportsjacket is on the old side for blogging, by the way, but I imagine that even as we speak he is typewriting a pithy letter about his half-nodding near-neighbour with the chickpea fetish to the Stockport Express readers' correspondence pages).

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