The Plastic Mancunian

  Welcome to a very cold South Manchester and a slightly later than normal summary of what happened in 2020 in the life of the Plastic Mancu...

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

In the crushing grip of a touch of writers block, I decided to look for a little inspiration in older posts and stumbled upon Train of ...

In my wrap up post for last year, I suggested that I might try a couple of 30 day challenges, in order to have a little fun, learn somet...

Certain things invade my subconscious mind and return to bite me on my arse, usually in the middle of the night. The other night, I wa...

Picture the scene. I am sitting on the sofa watching England thrash Scotland in the Rugby Union 6 Nations. I am happy because England a...

You would have thought that human beings were in control over everything subservient to them.  As a human being myself, I am in c...

I am ruled by an unholy trinity of moggies. They are all black and they are all the same age. I’ve discovered something else about th...

Day 28 – Coldplay – Clocks The opening piano on Clocks is wonderful. This song is so infectious that I had it as my mobile phone rin...

Dogs cannot write or speak. Neither can donkeys, cats or meerkats. Why am I stating the obvious? There are many people in the world who...

There is a pecking order in my house and I am firmly entrenched at the bottom. Until last Tuesday I was fourth. Now I am fifth. We have...