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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July 16, 2016



Blimey, our Jonathan, you have outdone yourself here. A brilliant reflection on the rewards of having somehow produced an alarmingly rugged and not in the least effete boy. I suggest you start reading about 'bush food' at once -- we somehow found ourselves the other night watching a Youtube video by one of the types of steel-thighed fellows you refer to, instructing us on how to eat limpets. They are indeed edible! Anyway, I look forward to reading more of your intrepid adventures and hopefully next time you will be frying up lichen and mountain ants on your portable stove!


Wow, I am impressed. We once made it to Edale with the intention of walking in the hills. We left Manchester in glorious sunshine and after a lovely picturesque train ride we were greeted by angry purple clouds and bitter cold winds. Nevertheless, we strode purposefully into the unknown for fifty yards, then after a committee meeting lasting a full thirty seconds we agreed unanimously to return to the train station and the promise of civilisation, hot coffee and a warm hotel room. I am therefore in a position to appreciate your outstanding achievement. Also well done to the boy for his splendid photographs. Izzy


Proof again that children always turn out different from their sources. Given such a suggestion from one of mine, I'd bend over backwards to avoid it, or delegate their rather more outdoorsy mum to do what is (apart from camping) almost my least favourite activity in the world. I do understand the joy of reaching trig points though. They have a mystical Ordnance Survey map-magical aura.

I've been to Edale once, which is enough. My friend went off running up some bloody great hill and parked me in the Nags Head -- an anaemic place it was then -- where I read my novel and got gently sozzled. I thought it best to warn any potential future girlfriends about this, so I've said on my internet dating profile: "I'm more of a city person really. I enjoy country walks of up to fifteen minutes which end in a pub."

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