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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October 23, 2020



Wait a minute here, you mean to tell me you don't know all the word's to the indie Candle in the Wind as Mr. Marr called it? I'm sure i've mentioned (the amount of cannabis ingested can sometimes make me foggy) that the first time i saw Mozza, in my hometown years after i had left, the city where i discovered him, where i once followed around a girl at a carnival because she had a Queen is Dead shirt on (never actually talking to her cuz i didn't think i was cool enough back then) that i was standing in the lobby pre-show, zooted off my face and drinking copious amounts of alcohol while two gay men called out songs and i sang them, basically covering the whole of the Smiths and Mozza catalog while they marveled at my ability to recall every song they called out, though i don't think they ever got really obscure, a crowd formed by the time i was finished and my new friends had bought me three more drinks because i was such a laugh... i'd like to say i was young but i was 36? or 37? oh well the wine of almost youth... nice one on the tyre, sometimes things are better left untold ;)


That is the calculation I made Kono, and it seems to be holding up so far. He's got a slow puncture on the back tyre now, but that's nothing to do with me, or my wayward arrows, and I'll swear that on Jocky Wilson's grave.

Talking of punctured bicycles..the only time I dared to expose my claim to mastery of the Mozza lyric Book to any kind of public exposure came a couple of years ago, on holiday in Britanny, the campsite bar's regular Saturday night karaoke- a lager-loossened attempt at This Charming Man which, judging from the audience response (rapturous acclaim from the one other obvious lager-loossened ageing indiepopster present, studied disinterest otherwise), I concluded I had just about gotten away with. I also judged I wouldn't be trying it again in a hurry though. It wasn't so much the words that were challenging (well after all they are written up for you on the screen).. but more the pacing. You realise how damn much lyric the son of Stretford fits into three minutes, and if your timing is off then Mr Marr is not about to hang about and wait for you to catch up. It was indeed very nearly a case of 'I've started something I couldn't finish' (there you can have that for no extra charge, comment box special offer)

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