Thirteen months ago, in order to prevent the current Mrs Masher from becoming fat with child again, I let a licenced quack attack my nether regions with a sharp knife and a soldering iron.
Since then, I have had numerous ‘tests’ to see whether I have reached jaffa status yet.
My latest visit to the doctor (today) [...]

The current Mrs M and I went to our first ever Parent’s Evening at my daughter’s school, earlier.
We were invited to look around the classroom whilst we waited, and in doing so, it was obvious - and understandable at this time of year - that the children were being taught what Christmas was all about, [...]

I’ve just realised that it’s been a year now that masher.tv has been up and running.
Yay! Happy Birthday me. Er… it.
Consequently, it’s also been a year since the BBC bought my old masher.co.uk name and still they have done bugger all with it. Maybe they are still buried under the torrent of spam that it [...]

When I got on the train yesterday, it was pretty packed and it was a case of every man for himself if you wanted to get a seat.
I got a seat.
When we pulled into the next station, a load more people got on and they had no choice but to stand in the overcrowded aisle.
One [...]

I was emailed a list of funnies from computer support desks, the other day - we’ve all seen them: the lady who phoned up to complain that her printer wasn’t working… “Is it running under Windows?” “No, it’s next to the door. Does that make a difference?”
You know the sort of thing.
It got me [...]

Cock-a-doodle-doo, it went.
Then louder, and with more urgency: COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO.
No-one paid any attention to it and so, after a few seconds, it did it again ; cock-a-doodle-doo… COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO.
We all looked at the source of the crowing. Still it continued.
Cock-a-doodle-doo… COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO
And again.
And again.
And again.
By now, everyone on the platform was smiling and giggling at the young girl [...]

Some years back, I met a bloke at work, Peter. He’d come in to work on a particular project. and I was required to work alongside him in order to bring the project to fruition. We got on famously: he was a nice bloke with a good sense of humour.
It was several days though, before [...]

Today is Remembrance Sunday; the day when we, as a nation, remember those who fought and died for us in two world wars.
Both my grandfathers went to war. My mum’s dad fought in World War II and was captured by the Germans. He spent several years in a POW camp in Poland. Even [...]

“Put me back in… I can still play”
That only works with Rocky Balboa’s voice, really.

Walking through the shopping mall on Saturday, I passed a bloke standing next to a big board offering free hearing tests.
He saw me reading the sign and caught my eye as I walked past. “Have you ever worked in a factory, Sir?” he asked.
“Pardon?” I said.
“Have you ever worked in a factory?” he said again, [...]

We’d put the savages into Kid’s Club for a couple of hours so we could have a little quiet time on our own.
The moon shone brightly, casting shimmering, silvery reflections on the large swimming pool, as we walked - hand in hand, drink in the other - slowly around it.
As well as the moon doing [...]