Dear British Bloggers,
I love your sense of humour. That wonderful way you have of looking at life for the absurdity that it is. I have a list of favourite British blogs a mile long that I'd love to share with the world.
But people? It's the titles! Some of my favourite blogs have names like My Boyfriend is a Twat. Swearing Mother isn't too bad a name. As billed, you do swear. A lot. But Peach Arse? Eurojism?!? I can't recommend these! I mean, you're fabulous. Funny and touching and all things good. But the names...OY! Those names!
It Is Just You, Everything's Not Shit is written by a very nice young man. And as near as I can determine, the only swear word used in the entire blog is right there in the title. Figures. I could recommend this site to my Nana, had she not been dead for...
Good God! Nana's been dead nearly forty years!
And I know you Brits. Everything's filthy. Even stuff that sounds perfectly innocent. I read Petite Anglaise. I've picked up a few key phrases. Which makes me especially wary of recommending sites like Private Secret Diary, Little Red Boat or Whoopee (winner of the Basically Unemployable prize for Best Opening Post Ever). Dazzlers one and all.
I just can't get past the sneaking suspicion that I'm saying something really rude and shocking when I mention those titles....
There is one, however that I'm pretty sure passes the clean test. Musings From a Muddy Island. No swears. And lots and lots of book recommendations. Yay Juliet!
I'm sorry. I'm not sure what I can do for the rest of you.