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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 18, 2016

Comments

looby

Oh golly -- I think I might need a bit more than a couple of eggs after that.

Are you angling for a job on the text update desk at the Guardian?

jonathan

Ha! Well of course I would love one Looby that might in fact be my dream job! Maybe one of the sportsdesk people will appear out of the bushes momentarily, we can only hope.

I do appreciate it's a bit on the long-side and definitely a four-egg job at least for the non-footballing aficionado, so I thank you for sticking with it (and thank you for still being out there and ready on the comment button after six months of absence, that is very appreciated!). That was sort of why I decided to bang out a minute-by-minute actually- to jolt me into action on the writing front- let's see how that works. I hadn't realised till about 80 minutes in how many words you actually end up producing, the finished post (as I think you noticed) is fully four times the size of a standard crinklybee one...

By the way I have occasionally tried to comment on your blog Looby over the last months but I do keep getting this message saying I can't comment (for some technical reason can't remember what). I will endeavour again.

Nineball

Without the benefit of either knowledge of or passion for the game, I was of course in it for the writing. And I must say, even though I wasn't the one drinking it, by the second Warsteiner I was fully into the match. I L'd OL when Murphy turned out not to be Murphy, but the real triumph in my view came in minute 65, because if there's one thing I know about football writing, it's that I enjoy seeing the word 'speculative' used.

I can also add, speculatively as it were, that in my native land things usually come to naught, but we generally take things from other places and bastardize them, so I'm no more to be trusted than the rest of my countrymen.

jonathan

I raise a glass of Warsteiner to you Mr Nineball (like I did to Looby, really, for sticking with it as a non-footballing aficionado)- your perseverance is a complement in itself.

I had forgotten that I had used the word 'speculatively' in minute 65 but of course that is because it is such a ubiquitous term in the lexicon. Ubiquitious, but with a very fixed application, which is to describe a shot on goal from between 25 and 35 yards, preferably I would say by a midfield player, and essayed relying on precision rather than power, and maybe with a hint of curl or other suspiciously European-flavoured technique.

A 'speculative' effort must of course be saved or end up off-target- if it ends up in the back of the net then it must be described instead as audacious' (my own view is that only the lob, and at a a sretch its close cousin the chip, may be admissibly described as 'audacious' within the lexicon, and indeed have challenged allcomers to bar-room brawls on the basis of this very assertion, but I accept this may be very slightly overly prescriptive and indeed grounds for professional psychological intervention).

MQ

I also couldn't give a hoot about football but I enjoyed all of this. As a Germany-afficionado I enjoyed seeing you become more closely acquainted with certain aspects of that fine teutonic nation as well.
I'm with Nineball on something else, too: I think the things in question all came to nought (nothing), of which 'ought' is the opposite (i.e. 'something') much like 'owt' is the opposite of 'nowt'. Nonetheless I love the idea of either or both of these phrases becoming part of everyday football-commentating parlance. I too think (and hope) there is more of this to come from you (and indeed the Guardian would be fools to pass you up)...

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