The Plastic Mancunian

So there I was, dressed like a condom and being drenched by Mother Nature at her most fierce. I looked around through glasses soake...

I’m off on my travels again on Monday and I can’t wait. I’m heading west across the pond again but this time, I’m heading so...

When I think back to the period of my life between 1981 and 1984, I feel a deep sense of fierce nostalgia and excitement. It was the pe...

There’s been a bit of a furore recently in the UK in the aftermath of the election of the new leader of the Labour Party, the curr...

I have a confession to make. My name is Dave and I’m a hypochondriac. Actually, that makes me feel like I’m sitting in a meeting o...

Last week Mrs PM and I were visiting friends and spent  a delightful weekend down in The Smoke or, for any foreign readers, London....

I’ve been trying to come up with a suitable title for this blog post about weddings and reluctantly come up with The Wedding Planner ...