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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January 12, 2017


Sarah Chappell

Oh Jonathan! What a beautifully written piece. I hope you continue to spot "the last times" and savour them. I am well beyond hand-holding with Ben if there is anyone else around but the 4 of us, he'll still tolerate a cuddle but only in the confines of our 4 walls - and all of that is fine, because I do still get some physical closeness, it's not been outlawed yet altogether! But as Daisy approaches 11 I am looking out for these things much more than I perhaps did with Ben when he was her age.
The day may well come, of course, when Frankie asks you not to write about him in these pages...heavy heart.
Love to you, Charlotte and Frankie


Sarah- how lovely to hear from you! Those children must be growing up now seems like yesterday we were visiting a very newly arrived Ben up here in the North!

Love to you and Simon and Ben and Daisy great to know you're still out there and keeping up with the first times/ last times.


Yes, that resonates here. My daughters turned eighteen on Christmas Eve, and when they came down (finally) that morning, standing there all lanky in their jim-jams, still looking more young teengaers than adults, I couldn't get my head around the fact that they are now officially the latter.

The next big wrench (a massive one) will be them going off to Uni in October. I am happy for them, and they've had enough of Lancaster, but it almost starts me weeping to even think about it.

Anyway, a lovely piece, and an excuse to wish you all Happy New Year. Chin-chin!


Time flies by! Unbelievable that those girls are on the cusp of fleeing the nest and I am sure I will be feeling just as tearful in five or so years' time. Hope 2017 brings you everything you wish for Looby.... As for us we're off for a day of sledging in the hills (not for the last time I's sure..). Wish us luck out there!

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