“Dad, Uncle Jimmy Has Fallen On The Record Player”

It’s the last day of the year 2016. A twelve months that saw a Brexit vote, Donald Trump become the USA’s president elect, the grim reaper claiming an inordinate number of celebrities and the barely unexpected England team’s abject performance in this summer’s European Football Championships. The above just a soupcon of incidents in 2016 incurring the wrath of millions, making it an…

Unwanted Gift, Unwanted Guest

After penning a narrative yesterday about my dad, who is a poorly chap at the minute, I was heartened to be the recipient of kind feedback, along with good wishes from family and friends. Amongst this was a request for me to write more about him (Mally) as “…he seems a really nice guy.” This request surprised me a…

One Day More, Mally!

As I pen this narrative, I’m currently sitting at the Bexley oncology wing with my dad (Mally). My mum, who is also in attendance, reckons today is his penultimate radiotherapy session. Although I’m pretty sure she’s incorrect and it’s his second last treatment. As I write this he is filling his time reading a tabloid newspaper. It is…

My Bus Is Always Half Empty

I ventured by contemporary omnibus with my wife into Leeds city centre yesterday afternoon. In half empty bus through grit covered windows,  our journey encompassed sights of the salubrious and less salubrious suburban sights of our West Yorkshire metropolis . The psychoanalysts among you may say that by penning ‘half empty bus’, as opposed to ‘half full bus’, indicates a pessimistic outlook…

You Think You Know Your Kids

I learnt on Boxing Day that my 26 year old son Jonny has a favourite Christmas tree ornament from his childhood. I learnt this when he pointed out the aforementioned bauble, which still plays an integral part in the overall décor of our yuletide tree. With not being previously party to this piece of minutia,…

Inspiration From A Proper Leeds Writer

Following the end of yuletide festivities with the family, things are a bit flat in chez Strachan today. I’m home alone this afternoon and, while I wait for slapdash intruders Merv and Harry to arrive, I am attempting to pen a second blog of the day. Will I succeed in achieving this objective? Well, if I don’t you’ll…

What Would The Hairy Bikers Do?

It’s with a recycle bin full of wrapping paper and woeful cracker jokes, a fridge full of the remnants of Boxing Day’s buffet and a stomach full of various festive confectionery, that I start my first blog in a few days. I’m so bloated I’ve not even broken into the large box of wine gums…

Laughter, Mishaps & Board Games

As we all wait in anticipation to see what St Nick brings us overnight, my mind drifts back to Christmas Day last year. Personally, I wanted it to drift to a sunny clime where I’m sat with a cold beer and the 2017 Margot Robbie calendar. However, my mind can be a stubborn so and so at times, preferring instead a…

Once Again As In Olden Days

It’s 2.13pm on the 22nd December. An elderly chap is playing ‘Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas’ with enthusiasm on a grand piano in the foyer of St James’ Bexley Oncology Institute. He played with gusto earlier, but he isn’t now as his Swedish pal has just gone for a coffee. Looking at him, I’d guess the old guy has…