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 16, 2020



My bicycle is in the back of my garage, i was thinking about dragging it out and getting it fixed up but after reading this i've decided against it, lol!!

The haircut was a right laugh as well since it brought back the memories of the mid to late 80s when us hip Septics used to get all the stylish Anglo-cenrtic cuts. I know a few friends who donned the Flock of Seagulls quiff, one a definite Mozza-do, pictures of which i'm sure have been destroyed. I myself had what i called the Barney Sumner circa the True Faith video, oh to be young and stylish!


Kono- if I tell you the latest developments you will be properly put off the two-wheel life .. both Frankie and Charlotte's bikes punctured in the space of days and I guess since these things do happen in threes it's only a matter of times before mine succumbs (if I can indeed extricate it from the shed). But I really don't want to out you off the two-wheeled life, so I won't tell you any of that.

Those haircuts, oh my goodness! Quite the selection sported by you and your crew back in the day there, pretty much the full Anglo-indie-top-twenty set. Now if you tell me any of your number extended to the floppy-fringed moptop a la Ian McCulloch of the Bunnymen/ Stephen Pastel of the Pastels, then I will be VERY impressed!


Sadly none of the mates when full Bunnymen or Pastels though a couple came close to Bauhaus era Peter Murphy...

My old bicycle is a beauty, 25 year old Cannondale with a fused frame, super light, cost a $1000 dollars way back when but i traded an ounce of weed and $100 for it cuz the guy had won it from a local radio station. Luckily he was 6'4 as well so it was perfect!! Needs new tires or tyres as you'd say, and a tune up but these days getting your bike fixed in the US is a 6-8 week weigh, my kid punctured a tyre and i had to look all over creation for the parts to get it fixed.


weigh? wait... seems the lasts nights weed is still lingering!! lol!!


I'm not an expert on bikes Kono but I do love them.. that sounds like a beauty all right you've got there. I do love a vintage bike- I've recently sold off my Brompton as a matter of fact (now there is a model that doesn't depreciate, so I got a decent price)... and used some of what I got to purchase what I'm riding now... a 20 year-old British made 'Dawes' road-hybrid in racing green. Basically what I would call a bike-shaped bike.. you can see the direct lineage from the one that Butch Cassidy surprised the Sundance Kid with (or was it the other way round)- which I like. And as iight as hell, which makes a difference from the Brompton as well.

It's been crazy over here getting bikes/ parts for them during these times as well... for a while there just weren't any, I think maybe it's picking up now. I was lucky with the Dawes... I found this place round the corner, a hidden gem sort of social enterprise in an old Victorian mill-building where they divert troubled kids from the streets/ the route to incarceration, by getting them into bikes (doing them up etc). It's apparently been there for years but I never knew. I walked in during the summer and they'd just finished this bottle green number, I was like- 'hang on, what's this?' They were wanting a a couple hundred quid for it, I ended up paying £180 and another £40 for he best lock they had in the house. With a bit of luck (and if the lock is as good as it's made out to be) I should get years out of it.

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