Whimsical Journals/Caricatures From Deep Within A Capricious Mind
I’m feeling inordinately disorientated this morning. Allied to continually losing my thread, I’m asking ill thought out questions of the…
Tomorrow Father’s Day makes a perennial June tarry to the UK; a twenty four hour residency which introduces mixed emotions…
Yesterday, while scouring Facebook timeline announcements like a ferret seeking an errant contact lens, a mischievous notion manifested from deep…
After a few days hiatus from quilling these (almost) daily observations, GJ Strachan returns to his laptop keyboard feeling reinvigorated,…
As a stickler for adhering to old wife’s advocacies, GJ Strachan faced an (admittedly small) conundrum yesterday afternoon. This infinitesimal…
Consequential of my car undergoing an annual MOT test, GJ Strachan is scribing today’s literary offering on the road. As…
Spending so much time on my own of late has been a catalyst to me occasionally indulging in absurd faux…
Liking a challenge, and in the absence of inspirational alternatives, today I’ve set myself a task of penning prose (minimum…
With audible similarities to an aardvark sandpapering a brandy barrel (trust me, I know), the soundscape accompanying the commencement of…
Thirty two years ago tomorrow I became a father for the first time when my son Jonathon joined the cast…
