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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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March 16, 2016

Comments

Nineball

A triumph of reportage! I only hope your flailing appendages managed to knock a coffee cup and a few Nolan Principles off a managerial desk on your way out of the interview, and that you had an appropriate verbal response only you took your sweet time in getting round to saying it!

jonathan

Well I can't claim to have sent any coffee flying but may well have stumbled into a glasspanel on the way out in a most pointed manner, leaving the sort of nonverbal impression only those of us with vast untapped reserves of purest gravitas will ever be able to decipher. Wasted on them, of course, but sometimes we must suffer for our art.

MQ

I feel sad for the manager and her admirably immobile arms. I fear there may not be enough fun in her life. I also fear that being manager may exacerbate this situation - and I think you had a lucky escape. I really do.

Thanks also for coining "creativeness/laziness"... if we can somehow eventually portmanteau this, I think I can even make my own such affliction seem like a Good Thing.

Abby

Hurray hurray for this brilliant Crinklybee post of the type that can only be crafted by an underground man cafe society flaneur type of writerly gravitas of the highest order. I hear Pessoa and his ilk applauding in the wings!

looby

Brill, a fine demolishing of the paper-thin seriousness and pomposity of management and the ridiculous hurdles they put you through to get there, which is surely now an entire industry in itself, as Mr or Ms Nolan will attest.

Best stay 'umble lad. One shouldn't say this to a prisoner, but reading this I thought "thank feck I'm out of all that" -- although I'm sure it's not without its compensations, financial and otherwise

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