The Plastic Mancunian

You will be pleased to know that this is the last post in the current series mirroring Karl Pilkington’s “The Moaning of Life” . I t...

If Mrs PM had her way, she would clear our house of a lot of my stuff. To her, I am a hoarder and my stuff is surplus to requirements...

Are you happy with your body, dear reader? As far as I am concerned, the answer is yes – and  no. In my lifetime, I’ve spen...

Every day there is somebody telling me how to live my life, mostly in a subtle manner but on some occasions, the message is blatant. ...

I know myself completely and there is no human being on the planet that is exactly the same as I am. At the time of writing, the p...

In 2013, I watched a funny programme starring Karl Pilkington called The Moaning of Life , where he travelled the world seeking i...

I’ve been trying to come up with a suitable title for this blog post about weddings and reluctantly come up with The Wedding Planner ...

Some people think that I am a grumpy old man and there is evidence that supports that fact.  I have a tendency to moan about certa...

The fourth part of my mini-series on the meaning of life was going to cover happiness, leaving death until the end. However, Christmas ...

Some people work to live; others live to work. I am definitely in the “work to live” camp for the simple reason that to me, work is m...

First marriage – then kids. This seems to be another rule that is self-imposed upon the human race. “So when are you gonna have kid...

I’ve recently been watching a TV show featuring the strange outlook on life of Karl Pilkington a fellow Mancunian championed by Ricky Ge...