Category Archives: Manchester

After literally weeks of badgering, I finally gave in and took Emma to the Stockport Hat Museum at the weekend. She was so excited on the train over there that I had to tell her the man was going to … Continue reading →

With it’s feet firmly in the feet of the 21st Century, the Ian Allan bookshop has got bloody hundreds of DVDs. The one they were showing a preview of when I was in was a cab ride in some kind … Continue reading →

On the approach to Pickled Willy station in Manchester, there is a shop called Ian Allan. I only mention it, because it is The Greatest Shop In The World. They sell books (DVDs, magazines etc.) which are mostly connected to … Continue reading →

As celebrity tie-ins go, this is up there with Krusty-Brand Home Pregnancy Test (“May cause birth defects”). I don’t know much about JLS, but I do know that my niece was really into them last year, and now considers them … Continue reading →

[Following a comment yesterday] So my Top Gear advent calendar has the number 20 missing. OR DOES IT?! I was up all night trying to locate the missing number, had Interpol on the phone, sent a tweet to Poirot and … Continue reading →

Do you have hair that looks a little tired? Problem solved! Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to have a cup of Jojoba with herb extracts.

I’m not sure what offends me more, the suggestion that I would go tinkering with random underwear, or the fact they can’t spell “Boxers”. Hanging’s too good for them.

If there’s one thing I love more than paying for rail travel, it’s having my ticket stamped. Especially when the rail fella uses a Christmas tree themed hole punch. The inspector will be raking in cash from a Christmassy wedding … Continue reading →