The Plastic Mancunian

I was looking through some recent photographs and I noticed that I had taken quite a few pictures of various modes of transport. I...

I have a confession to make and it’s something that regular readers know already. I am a hypocrite. There, I’ve said it. I’m not a...

On my way home from work, I pulled up behind a car at a red traffic light and started to rant to myself, thus shattering yet another suc...

First of all, I have to apologise to you, dear reader, before I begin this post. I promised myself that I would try to put my soapbox ...

I bought a car in December 1999. It was a three year old bright shiny blue Ford Escort. I loved it. And now, after 13 years, it’s gon...

Why do many men fall in love with their cars? And if you don’t think that they do, think again. A large number of men are obsessed with thei...

I want to attach a huge gun to my car. I’m not talking about the kind of gun that fires bullets. Instead this gun (or as I prefer to think o...