Booze Cruise

Visiting my dad during his recent hospital stay, the family spent many an hour reminiscing about memories from our childhood and early adulthood. Amongst the nostalgic yarns revisited were tales from a booze cruise to France, in the mid 1980’s. If memory serves me correct, I was aged around 20 years old at the time. What transpired was an eventful sojourn undertaken with my old…

Flotsam & Jetsam

Flotsam and jetsam, Debris influx, terra firma destination final Curlicue waves thine volition Calm post-storm wreckage; redemption from waves unruly Remnants in sanctuary, steadfast in surviving brow-beating.   Flotsam and jetsam, In esse despite torrid odyssey Plaudits deserved, unforgiving swell surfed Metaphor for weathering life’s fervid waves Perseverance essential; or no aftermath to sample.   Flotsam and jetsam, What…

Small Redesign, Big Consequence

Whatever happened to coin pockets on chinos? Up until a year or two back, chinos were my ‘go to’ preference in trousers, even usurping a fondness for donning denim jeans. I found them to be smart, comfortable, reasonably priced, and liked the fact they were available in a wealth of cuts and colours. Additionally, their versatility meant not only were…

Airing of Sale De Lavage

Torture, but conclusion unwanted Score summers celibacy, enforced as with gaol dweller Punishment though for crimeless act Spiteful matriarch pride, her indoctrination prevails “Opine thy suitor is toxic girl, conduct regardless” Legacy of odious termagant, equally imbecilic spouse.   Yeti acquiesce not now, fury at long-term misguided idiocy Score summers celibacy, reluctantly suffered for offspring’s good Alternative,…

Small Steps to Recovery

I had a wee sojourn over to chez Strachan senior this afternoon, catching up on the progress of my recuperating pater, along with undertaking a few gardening chores. I was encouraged to hear that the old man is getting his appetite back. A much needed dietary requirement following a month in hospital living almost exclusively on cheese toasties and…

Biting The Hand That Nourishes

Dodging the raindrops, umbrella arbitrary Amongst plethora o’ undeserving thorns, a rose though not fragrant Even though ‘team’ in maintenance, selflessness forthcoming not No ‘i’ in lager but matters not to the misguided ego.   Disloyal parasite, disingenuous disposition Biting the hand that feeds, deflecting thy inadequacies Humanity devoid on thine vain-glorious parade float Round the…

Pings Ain’t What They Used To Be

The sharp sound of a pinging bell – In Frank Capra’s classic 1946 feel good movie It’s A Wonderful Life, children were indoctrinated that the peal signified an angel had earned its wings. In that particular narrative the lucky recipient of a promotion was an oft overlooked old guy called Clarence, simple of mind but kind of spirit. As a kid growing…

Glad To Have You Back

So glad to have you back where you belong Satchmo’s salutations bestowed on returning Ms Levi In Wakey suburbia, brood replicates Louis’ greeting, though pater recipient Dolly replaced lyrically by Mally, apologies to Herman A score and eleven sunsets incarcerated in bosom of healthcare institution Octogenarian gaunt on return, though blessedly without canker of departure.  …

The Diminishing Bucket List

Yesterday, Karen and I were heartened to receive a phone call from our daughter Rachel, who’s currently residing in Canada. Amongst the many things we discussed during this erudite interaction, my offspring apologised for her recent astronomical monthly phone bill (which I’m paying). The irony of someone ringing to apologise for over-spending on their phone wasn’t lost on…