Manchester… 36 Hours On…

I don’t know how many times I have walked out of the Manchester Evening News Arena into the cool night air, down the steps or through the station, a part of the crowd all buzzing with excitement about what we’ve just seen. Music concerts that leave you with buzzing ears, comedy gigs that have you…

The rise of the little sods, gits & b**tards

Oh God, something has happened. It comes around once a year. This year it was number five. I’ve managed to level myself up to the achievement of a five-year-old. FIVE!! Wut? One minute we’re thinking babies are a brilliant idea, plastic sticks get wee stripes and before we know it our downstairs are ruined (and…