I came into work this morning fully expecting to see Manchester’s latest landmark from my office window. “B of the Bang” was meant to have been erected next to the City of Manchester Stadium in celebration of the Commonwealth Games held here two years ago. Except it isn’t there. I think I can see the crane they’re using, but no big bang. Read more ›››
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Tonight’s Manchester Evening News led on a story of a 12 yesr old girl being fined £50 for dropping litter. Her dad was really upset — don’t fine the kids, use the money instead to teach them to be environmentally friendly.
In other words, it’s not my fault. Me, I’m just a parent. Not my job to make kids behave. Read more ›››
Poor Hazel Blears seems to be carrying the can for putting the wind up people by telling them to stock up on Spam, other canned foods and bottles of water in case there’s a terrorist attack in the UK. Seems pretty sensible to me, given that terrorism has a section all to itself on the Home Office website, and surely all the preparations on the UK Resilience site can’t have been made just for the hell of it. Read more ›››
A mate of mine is into aircraft in a big way and though his main interest is in commercial airlines, we have been to a number of airshows if there was an opportunity to fly there and back on an old plane.
So it was that years ago we found ourselves at Brize Norton, having flown there from Liverpool on a Dakota DC3. It was a hot day and after trudging round for hours, we plonked ourselves down with our backs against the wall of an out-building, beers in hand, when I idly inquired when the Red Arrows were going to show up. At that very moment, there was this tremendous whooshing noise as RAs came in low over our heads. Read more ›››
I’m beginning to think that we won’t see another barbeque this year. The weather has been pretty depressing since May and I swear we have had more rain than we had during the winter. Read more ›››
One of life’s more irksome irritants is the unsolicited phone call. From “you have won a luxury holiday,” to “we can save you thousands if you agree to being a show house,” and, of course, the all time favourite, “I’m not trying to sell you anything.” Stock reply 47 — then your company will go out of business?” or Mrs Parrot’s preference, “In that case, can I interest you in some double-glazing?” Read more ›››
They’re an odd lot in London. For a start, most of them aren’t Londoners, just people who have gravitated to the city from other parts of the UK and beyond — it’s rapidly becoming a sort of people black hole, sucking the life out of the rest of the country. Okay, so there’s money to be made for the fortunate few, but the majority are doing ordinary jobs for ordinary wages surrounded by an extraordinary cost of living. Read more ›››