Fat Mancunian

Reprinted from the work blog We were talking about Mel Smith on the show and discussing, off air, some of our favourite moments. Tony was one of a generation of kids for whom sneaking around after you've gone to bed to watch "Not The Nine O'Clock News" was part of growing up. Here are some of our favourite bits. Tony's favourite : John McEnroe gets his breakfast. My favourite - buying a Hi Fi Gerald - "Wild? I was livid!" The Two Ninnies ....and the classic head-to-head.

Thank you to Karen from West Crapshire who asked the above question. Well, Karen, the Sonys is the radio equivalent of the Oscars where the great and good, living legends if you like, from the world of radio from the very big stations to tiny community radio stations get together and celebrate the very best that the radio dials across these beautiful islands have to offer. .......unless I've not been nominated..... .....In which case it is a chance for the biggest egos in the industry to be stroked by the biggest arselickers in the industry. It's a pointless, expensive exercise is self-promotion and cronyism the like of which we only really read about in Private Eye. It's a chance for those in favour at certain stations to enjoy a beano on the company and for people who like to feel important to judge the hard work of others in the vain belief that their opinion is worth something. Hope that's cleared things up for you. Next time : What is RAJAR? ;)

(written for the Wish FM Breakfast Blog)  The theme park Drayton Manor are attempting to break the world record for the most people in one place wearing onesies this weekend. The first question is, of course, why? Away from that though it got me thinking about just why I hate the onesie....because I do. I despise them! I've narrowed it down to 7 reasons. 1. The nonsense reasons for wearing them. "They're so warm" - put a jumper on "They're fun" - They are not fun, they are irritating, especially the character onesies. You really don't look cute, neither do you like a dinosaur. 2. They're uncomfortable. I made the mistake of wearing one once. Sat down too quickly and nearly ruined my chances of becoming a grandfather. 3. They encourage "wackiness". No charity day is complete without Darren in Accounts coming to work as the Pink Panther. 4. They make me think you are one of those people who get a kick out of wearing baby cloth...

As mentioned in the previous post, 2013 has been a good year so far. Everything seems tickety-boo. Sorted out a new flat with a diamond flatmate, the mood has been great, I've got into a great routine at work where I get things done in good time and I'm actually quite happy. I've been telling people how great everything's been...and there's my problem. As soon as I share a bit of happiness, as soon as I feel good about myself and life in general I share this and it's like a beacon to the pricks of the world. I might as well have taken out an advert in "Obstenant Egocentric Arsehole Monthly" saying "As things are going so well here's an open invitation to any pea-brained pillock with an attitude problem to kick me in the bollocks! Here! I've painted a target for you so that you can see it from your vantage point of being up your own arse!" And life comes back to normal.

A fairly amazing thing has happened in 2013. I have honestly, genuinely been in a very good, positive and happy frame of mind. Every day has been a joy and people at work have been confused by this strange thing on my face. I have named it a "smile". Today I have encountered not one but at least three attempts by the world in general to ruin this revolution and I'm hoping that be cataloging them here it will allow this bump in the road to be flattened. 1. The Pointless Viewing I'm currently flat hunting. My good friend and I have decided to look for a place together to save a few pennies. We were down to look at a couple of flats on the estate my friend is currently on last week. We viewed the first one, and liked it, but then got a call from the other estate agent to say that they couldn't show us the other flat because they couldn't get hold of the key. That didn't fill us with confidence. Today, I finally managed to see that mysterious flat. I pulled in...