Monthly Archives: August 2012

I see these exercise groups when I walk through Platt Fields on my way home from football on Thursdays. I don’t know if you are aware of them, basically there is a an overweight man dressed like a soldier shouting at people … Continue reading →

Pervert Fucks (you) I’ll tell you something for nothing: ‘they’ say sex sells and ‘they’ may be right. This blog goes through spells of being read and spells of not so much being read. Give a shit. Recently (last week … Continue reading →

Keep on Pinting If I was going to describe myself as having had a drink, my definition would be that I’d had 5 pints. I’m not saying I could drive after 4 (inability to drive makes me AS capable after … Continue reading →

Blanf I’m all over the shop with Bank Holiday Mondays. Having spent the weekend staying up until a third into the next day getting to Monday and it still being Sunday is immensely disorientating. Like that picture of those stairs … Continue reading →

I don’t know about anyone else, but left to my own devices it’s bordering on a complete certainty that I will complete the sin of onanism. Sometimes there is no pent up lust or sexual craving being fulfilled, sometimes I … Continue reading →

When I planned a quick nip to work then into town to pick something up from Marks and Spencer I hadn’t factored the Manchester Pride parade into anything. And this was likely to annoy for the simple reason that it … Continue reading →

Notes on a sign: General  the case is a bit confusing early on, does whoever this is think the first word of a sentence all goes in upper case letters. General  I know it’s not  a formal document but I … Continue reading →

The following will appear in this weekend’s Guardian ‘Weekend’ magazine. Q & A: Philip Bridgehouse Philip Bridgehouse, 34, was raised in north Manchester, by parents Elizabeth and Philip. He has lived a life so fucking mundane you wouldn’t believe it … Continue reading →