The Plastic Mancunian

A couple of years ago I wrote a post about email catastrophes. You can read it here . I want to draw your attention to the profani...

I received an email similar to this at work the other day: Hiya my little Peach Drop, Are we doing anything on Saturday? Debbie and...

The Place:  Marbella The Time:  Midnight The Characters:  An idiot who calls himself The Plastic Mancunian (PM) A lovely lad...

Some things really make me cringe. I wince and want to curl up in a ball and scream. Such things make me want to run away, in some cases, m...

Actually, let’s NOT talk about sex. Let’s talk about people who like to talk about sex. When I’m having a conversation with other men, the s...

WARNING: For readers who don't like vomit and poo – STOP READING NOW! For the rest of you … What could be worse than pouring milk in yo...

A while ago I posted about the trauma that my hair has caused me since the day the first hair broke skin on my head ( read about it here ). ...

Eating out in a restaurant is a truly enjoyable experience, and an activity that I participate in as often as I can. But such is my life tha...

I am going to do something I promised myself I wouldn’t do: show you a photo of the Plastic Mancunian. I had decided not to do allow my ugly...

I love music. I love music so much that when I am listening to a favourite song I tend to drift into a tiny world of my own. This is absolut...