The Plastic Mancunian

So there I was, sitting in one of my least favourite places in the world, staring at an amorphous blob in the mirror. The place was my...

I’m interrupting my End of the World series of posts to highlight a little milestone in my life. Wednesday 21st March is the 10th Ann...

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...

Earlier this year I wrote a post about Room 101, a place where all of the horrors of the world are kept and promptly popped 10 things in...

I am aware that I am not getting any younger and I realise that I can’t do anything about Father Time’s obsession with transforming me into ...

Dear Simon, I was stumbling and bumbling through the world wide interweb when I came across an interesting couple of facts about you. Before...

I’ve been cooked several times in my life and I’m bloody sick of it. Having blond hair and fair skin is seen by some as a blessing. Phrases ...

The 80’s made me the man I am today, which some of you may think is a bad thing. I entered the decade as a spotty little 17 year old with wi...