Blogwatch

As far as candidates for the most jaw-droppingly powerful blog post I've read this week go, there can be only one: this, on Bits And Also Bobs, about the death of the writer's bigoted father from cancer. (Thanks to Mike for the link.)

A warm welcome back to Angelo and Agnes, whose dormant blog The Remote Part has been reincarnated as Rented Rooms.

Congratulations to Jonathan, whose blog Assistant has won the title of Best Personal Site in the Brighton & Hove Web Awards.

Lots of music-centred postage of late. The Albums You Should Have Listened To Before You Die meme can now be found on Troubled Diva, Assistant, Cllr Andrew Brown, Auspicious Fish, Fractionals, The Whole Wide World Of Fat Buddha and Underground Base Of An Evil Genius, while Nick is trying to instigate a rival list - hopefully I'll get round to picking up that thread soon...

Meanwhile, both Nick and Inspector Sands offer some thoughts on C4's 'UK Music Hall Of Fame'.

Elsewhere:

Paul writes about his arduous half-marathon experience - "2 hours of standing around looking resplendent in bin bags, listening to local 'celebrity' Alan Robson later and we were both ready to sprint all the way to London, such was our desire to get away from the idiot. Being local, I've known about Robson for a while, and always thought him something of a smug tosser, however exposure to him was a totally new experience for the Mrs, who was somewhat underwhelmed by his attempts to gee up the crowd. Suffice to say that by the end of his warm up, we were both hopeful that Kelly Holmes had shot him with the gun used to start the race. No such luck";

Neil delights in the joys of good karma;

Phill has met both Irish crooners Westlife and Brummie Domino-dwellers Pram in the space of a few days - quite a double act, that;

Marshall deciphers those platitudes that pass for reasons for breaking up - "'We just need a bit of a break'. No you don't. You want to end it. Permanently. 'We just need a bit of a break, two, maybe three-hundred years should do it'";

Mish has been locked out of the house by her dozy other half;

and Jonny writes of how he nearly came to look like a Batman villain - "I really, really didn’t want to look like the Joker from Batman. For a start, I am self-employed which means I need to meet people face-to-face and charm them, and I don’t think this would be feasible in this event, unless I started up some bizarre government clown outsourcing services agency".