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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April 29, 2020



The eldest boyo is a Real Madrid supporter while the youngest boyo supports PSG. I've often wondered what i've done wrong lol! I myself support the finest team in South London, that being Crystal Palace. I guess Alan Pardew makes us practically related. What really scares me about this post is that someone bought a pre-packaged tuna and cucumber sandwich, i was waiting for the point where you found them doubled up on the side of the road with, erm, intestinal issues.


I've got a definite softspot for Crystal Palace Kono, they may even be my favourite London team, what with their flamboyant red/blue/white/claret outfits (the diagonal-striped one of my youth never to be bettered) and their boisterous home support (of all the allseaters, theirs still has the feel of old school terrace, from what you can tell on TV anyway) and of course their cupfighting history. It was only the other Saturday night BBC here was showing extended highlights of the 1990 cup final when, Ian Wright inspired, they gave might Man Utd one hell of a shock.


I've been to Selhurst for a few games way back when, sat in the Holmesdale Road end, it's always funny in the States when i meet anyone from across the pond and we talk footie, they're used to nothing but supporters of the big clubs and then they find out i'm Palace and are usually stunned. One of my best friends was from South London, he's the one who introduced me to the game back in 1996, back before the big push here in America, i absolutely love it, my eldest boyo is named Ian, though it was after Ian Curtis not Wright, lol! I almost pulled off the his middle name being Curtis until his mother caught on, might be for the best though, lol!

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