The Plastic Mancunian

Have you ever been drunk? I have – quite a few times, but thankfully not in recent years. Don’t get me wrong – I do like a pint o...

Over the years I have been a victim of stress sometimes and while I still occasionally confront the demon stress-monster, these days...

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...

Life is great. Life is a gift that we should all take full advantage of, something we should grasp with both hands and squeeze as muc...

Last night I had a trip down Memory Lane. Every year, there is a reunion in a small pub in Heaton Mersey in Stockport. It is a reunion of ...

At work last week, we had a charity coffee morning. The idea was that members of staff buy or bake cakes, bring them into work and then sen...

I am not clumsy by nature. There are people out there who may not believe this and, sadly, there is evidence suggesting that I can be a l...

The human race is evolving and it is all down to alcohol. You may think that I have lost my mind, dear reader, but if you read on you wil...

My last post touched briefly on my exploits when out in Manchester with friends applying red paint liberally to the city centre. And it got ...

I found myself surrounded by four stunningly beautiful blond Icelandic girls dancing in the throes of musical ecstasy. And before you say “...

Mrs PM and I have made what could be a big mistake. Every year our respective companies organise a Christmas party. Last year, they were a w...