The Plastic Mancunian

I have never understood the apparent fascination of my fellow countrymen with watching people on the TV being ritually humiliated before und...

The Bogeyman lurks in the gentleman’s toilet at my place of work. I am not talking about the demonic fiend that hides in your cupboard and l...

Hell hath no fury like a she-cat scorned. I am in agony as I type this post, quite literally bleeding all over the keyboard. You may recall ...

Today I discovered evidence that the Flying Spaghetti Monster, the supposed creator of our universe, is in fact real. I know – difficult to ...

It is said that an Englishman’s home is his castle. That is a misguided statement, particularly if cats live there. Cats are devious, manipu...

“Everybody will think I am a completely spineless imbecile with all the social graces of a demented rhinoceros on acid.” Why does that sente...

Ladies and gentlemen, I have a big problem and I need your help. At my age you would have assumed that my experiences would have equipped me...