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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May 22, 2020



Tennent's Super Hangover, i remember drinking a few cans of that on street one fine afternoon when i was across the pond... not surprising i can't remember where... and on a random note, i did the dangerous thing of ordering a pizza for the boyos and me yesterday for lunch from the joint right up the street, i walked in and what was playing? The Smiths! I asked the young girl behind the counter (young being 18-23?)if someone was playing it or if it was just on the music feed, she said it was her playlist and told me how she liked the Smiths which led me into a probably too long diatribe on how much i love the band ended with the fact it gave me hope that the kids were still listening to them, she said, kids? smiling, i laughed and told her i was old enough to buy those records the day they came out, lol!


It's an authoritative enough brew the Tennents sure enough. My abiding memory of it is partaking of a couple of cans while promenading one late-afternoon early down Manchester's Oxford Road. The first was enough to make me light-headed in an unremarkable kind of way; the second, by mid-way through, had me wailing incomphrehensible seashanties of my own invention in the general direction of passing bus-stop commuters. Not bad for £2.25, even at 1995 prices.

And I am very glad to hear of the Smiths continuing popularity among the popkids. Same over here I think.. certainly heard 'This Charming Man' emanating from young Frankie's bedroom more than once during this present business... and I don't think that's any of my doing (he's got the independent-from-his-parents tastes you might expect of a self-respecting 16 year old).

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