The Plastic Mancunian

I’m a little puzzled by religion, if I am brutally honest. I was brought up a Catholic. I was baptised in a Catholic church at a time...

My uncle died earlier this year. He was diagnosed with lung cancer in September last year and given six months to live. With the aid...

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

Let me take you back to 1981. I was in my final year at school and A-Levels were approaching like a speeding train. I had mad hair, so...

A trip to Manchester city centre can sometimes be entertaining and thankfully a visit last Saturday did not disappoint. Mrs PM told me that ...

I am not looking forward to dying. Apart from the obvious pain involved I think that I might just be in a bit of trouble when I finally meet...