The Plastic Mancunian

“Welcome to Bath,” said the slightly strange landlord of the little B & B we were going to stay in. Except he said Barth instead ...

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...

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 ...

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...

It is said that an Englishman’s home is his castle. If that’s true, I put it to you, dear reader, that there is a throne within that c...

A few years ago I found myself watching a television programme. It featured a house filled with people, none of whom I had heard of, and...

I am a wonderful blogger – at least if you believe some of the spam comments I get. I like to think they are from the same person - a ve...