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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March 16, 2015



//there is nothing for it but to venture to the allotment and, if today is like any other day that I venture to the allotment, receive several minutes' worth of unsolicited advice on potato husbandry from random, gnarled-handed, ruddy-faced retired railwaymen from County Mayo sporting patterned cardigans from British Home Stores//

Is there any finer way to spend an afternoon?


Oh dear... makes first class actually sound attractive.

I took a party of French children to Chester (yes, not London, I know) once and they were similarly unimpressed by bits of old Roman wall and couldn't wait to dive in McDonalds.

Hope you enjoyed your free day in the tuber fields.


I have asked Oscar and he says he has definitely also heard of that Mary Anning in one of his school lessons. I am very impressed that you have seen her actual dinosaurs. Well done for surviving first class -- I bet you handled it like George Harrison in that Beatles film. Oh, and apparently it is still too cold to plant potatoes and they are better off on the windowsill for one more week!


Iain no there is definitively no finer way to spend an afternoon and it proceeded exactly as predicted, with the addition of unsolicited advice on the keeping of coi carp and the unsuitableness/ murderousness of certain trademark varieties of fishfood (advice I am unlikely to be able to make practical use of since I have no fish and no intention of acquiring any).

Looby I can't speak highly enough of first class but then I am a sucker for small lamps and complementary cups of lukewarm coffee, always have been (it seemed to be too early for the gin and tonics but we shall not look a gift horse in the mouth).

Abby well now we know Mary Anning features on the curriculum in the North East also we can probably confirm she's not even slightly made-up, unless she is the result of a particularly elaborate bi-cousinly plot (actually perhaps that eventuality cannot be ruled out)...

The potatoes meanwhile- you will all be glad to know- remain on the windowsill, the way the Good Lord intended. I'll plant them when Monty Don tells me to, and not a moment before.


Frankie sounds like a brilliant young man, and interested in quite the right sort of things (though the museums were also most excellent, of course, I am sure). Sounds like a great day, anyway. And he picked a great month of the year to have a birthday. Happy (much belated) birthday, Frankie!

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