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About Me

Once hailed as 'the fresh new voice of gay Manchester' by some publication or other, I have spent my career running various magazines into the ground. For many years you could have found me pretending that I knew all about the world of gay clubbing in City Life in Manchester which somehow led to becoming literary editor at Attitude magazine. You'll find my stuff right near the end of the publication by the gay sex chatline ads. My varied career has seen me eulogize about the merits of corned beef for The Guardian, foretell the death of Manchester's gay scene for Gay Times and saw me spend an unhappy fortnight as the Billingham Folk Festival correspondent for Metro. I've never been to Billingham, by the way. Currently, I edit listings for the Manchester Evening News and shelf-stack in Waterstone's. On the occasions I have been bothered, you can find my fiction in a couple of anthologies known as Comma and City Secrets, though they aren't generally stocked in your local bookshop. Failing that, see my blog at: http://www.sexandselfpity.co.ukCurrently spend many lethargic hours living in a council high rise in Salford that my parents refuse to visit. It is, admittedly, a bit of a dump and I have been mugged round the corner occasionally but we do have lovely views of building sites across Manchester city centre. I share the flat with long-suffering Iain who I met under dubious circumstances and 'married' whilst standing in a puddle in a circus tent pitched temporarily on a car park. It was a lovely do; the best man got locked in an attic full of dead chickens and later fell on a lesbian but I suppose you can't expect my friends to behave.Have developed an unhealthy obsession with Una Stubbs for want of anything better to do and, should you wish, can usually be found in a drunken heap near the disabled loo in Taurus. Not that I am disabled, of course, just can't be arsed using the stairs.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Dame Una Stubbs, Lesley Judd and Kirsty McColl though sadly she's dead so Alison Moyet would do.

My Blog

Howling

The cat hasn't been the same since Denmark. Not that he went, of course, Emma looked after him in our absence. However, he appears to have moved into the spare room and only ventures out for necessary...
Posted by on Sun, 16 Nov 2008 13:58:00 GMT

Malmö

It was only when we were on the train, heading to a different country, that it crossed my mind that bringing a passport may have been a good idea. Husband and I were on our way to Sweden, over the Øre...
Posted by on Mon, 03 Nov 2008 00:54:00 GMT

København

So it would seem that we had exchanged Manchester's dreary summer for an equally grey and damp Copenhagen. Cursing our way through the city's streets as we failed to find our hotel, I quickly acquired...
Posted by on Sun, 26 Oct 2008 06:30:00 GMT

Theo

Over lunch one day, a quite monumentally pregnant Rachel announced that the baby's head was finally engaged. Being something of a gynaecological novice, this meant very little to me, but Rachel explai...
Posted by on Wed, 25 Jun 2008 23:04:00 GMT

Travesty

It was all such a travesty that it has taken me a few weeks to be able to talk about everything. Sometimes, it takes a while to get things into perspective, but, in all honesty, I still can't bear to ...
Posted by on Thu, 19 Jun 2008 09:42:00 GMT

Marfanoid

After my epileptic encounter with some Swedish concrete, I supposed I ought to pay a visit to my own doctor back in Blighty. By the time I got an appointment, the scabs had largely dropped off so I me...
Posted by on Sun, 01 Jun 2008 04:02:00 GMT

Stockholm Stokies

I was determined not to let an epileptic episode and facial scabbiness ruin my holiday, but I couldn't help but look like Albert Steptoe as I shuffled painfully around the place, casting withering gla...
Posted by on Sat, 17 May 2008 03:37:00 GMT

Stockholm

So there I was in Stockholm, possibly my favourite city in the world (Salford certainly comes a very distant second) and all was well. Our flights had been on time, we had found our medieval hotel qui...
Posted by on Fri, 02 May 2008 11:40:00 GMT

Romanian

Reports of my death have been ever so slightly exaggerated. I would like to say that my prolonged absence was due to a stay in a Swiss sanatorium, recovering from exhaustion or some other frivolous co...
Posted by on Tue, 15 Apr 2008 14:36:00 GMT

Middle-Age

Apparently, now that I am thirty-five, I am officially old enough to pour out my tedious grievances on Grumpy Old Men. Certainly, with my peccadilloes and errant lifestyle, that makes me very definite...
Posted by on Wed, 14 Nov 2007 05:13:00 GMT