As well as feeding off the therapeutic qualities of offloading my epiphanies, I try use these daily narratives as a diary. A literary journal of this current existential rollercoaster ride; an unwanted journey that I sometimes wish I’d failed the height restriction meaning I’d have been stopped from climbing aboard. To be clear, I don’t expect never to have things go wrong…
Month: October 2017
Calm Before The Storm
This afternoon I had my inaugural visit to a hospice, when I dropping in on a close family member. Obviously, like anyone of sound mind, these end of life care facilities aren’t residences I’ve ever had the remotest desire to visit; either as a patient or visitor. It is taken as read that these establishments will exude calm for it’s stricken patients…
The Spanish Inquisition
The first episode of Monty Pythons Flying Circus aired on this day in 1969. The ground breaking sketch based comedy, written and performed by Oxbridge graduates John Cleese, Michael Palin, Terry Jones, Eric Idle, Graham Chapman and Terry Gilliam, went onto gain worldwide popularity and cult status. Unable to categorise the zany sketches, sight gags…
Literary Distraction
I’ve decided to pen a supplementary narrative today. The driver behind this atypical decision being my personal requirement of the sanctuary I find in the company of pen and paper. A consequence of a close family member recently receiving devastating, although not completely unexpected, news regarding a medical related matter. I’m not going into details of this news via the medium of blogging. What I…
Two Soups & A Pot Noodle
In my newly acquired role of dissenter against the mainstream, I often cock a snook at the world and push existential boundaries to their limits with acts of wanton recklessness. Yesterday this growing list of daring doo was augmented after I fearlessly cooked a couple of batches of homemade soup. This novel role of dissenter pays poorly, but the hours are good…
Is That Really Chris Rea’s Cousin?
During this mornings car journey to East Ardsley, the car radio treat me (and many others) to Chris Rea performing a live piano version of his 1985 hit Stainsby Girls. Exhibiting his distinctive gruff vocals and displaying pianist skills that usurped late comedian Les Dawson, the song took to an altogether higher plateau of listenability than his original rock…
A Trilby & Smoke Rings
The falling leaves Drift by the window The autumn leaves Of red and gold……… Those inaugural words of Frank Sinatra’s lament Autumn Leaves resonate around my neurological corridors this morning. Despite it’s melancholic undertones, it’s a welcome guest; although it could have brought cake, the tight get! I’m unsure why the first verse of a underplayed…
Black Skies Are The New Blue
Name your ransom; what dowry for chief’s homecoming? Brood at sea, despite occupying terra firma Clan cut adrift, despite occupying terra firma Old Blue Eyes lament awaits chief Frankie’s throat cleared; though won’t sing ‘The Good Life’ Wine rack bereft of buddy merlot For Pontefract cakes, blue is new black For the brood, skies black…
Quite A Day!
On the day my parents married I hadn’t yet joined this mortal coil; consequently, I’m unable to provide first hand experiences of that day. However, through engaging with people who were there that day, I understand the service and reception went something like this:- On this day 57 years ago a young man from Farnley…