Old School Alexas

There are numerous instances on social media (SM) where individuals have posted their belief that in contemporary times smart phones are guilty of ‘Big Brother’ like surveillance. This paranoia fed by logging onto the likes of Facebook or Instagram timelines to witness advertisements for random products of which the ‘victim’ recently spoke. As I’ve experienced…

Frozen Not Stirred

I’ve just heard an ice cream van in an adjacent street, which bore the James Bond theme as its chime. Deeming this a quirky alternative from the oft heard melodic chimes, such as ‘Greensleeves’ or ‘Whistle While You Work’, this soundscape was the catalyst to a wry grin adorning my visage. The aural backdrop placing…

Applause No Mores

Thursday evening – Tonight sees a final weekly two minute clap for carers and other key workers. Organisers of these heartfelt testimonials deeming this 10th appreciative applause a fitting juncture to draw a line under these tributes. This last applause coinciding with a good friend’s first shift as a nursing assistant in a hospital A&E…

Playing With Fire

If nothing else, the weather on planet COVID’s not been overly disagreeable in the past fortnight. Sure we’ve experienced a few gusty days which endeavoured to blow our garden parasol, along with a cluster of garden shrubs, into next week. However, the climates been temperate enough to afford regular tendering of chez Strachan’s flora and…

Failing To Curry Favour

With a soundscape of distant radio music and children’s brio while frolicking in nearby gardens, GJ Strachan perches garden patio table in situ. His self-appointed mission the scribbling of a second Spring Bank Holiday Monday chronicle. Sheltering from early afternoon solar rays under a hefty parasol, I’m currently afflicted by epiphany impotence. Potential topics for…

After The Bout

On this day in mid-1960’s my younger brother Ian made his inaugural appearance into the world. Born at our Leeds home, our kid arrived shortly after Cassius Clay’d knocked out Sonny Liston during their second World Heavyweight Championship fight. With Clay (latterly Muhammed Ali) winning by first round KO, Ian didn’t turn up on time to…

The Perks of Privilege

In the absence of a COVID-19 vaccine, to fill in a few vacant hours yesterday I pondered what might be a fit for purpose alternative ‘medicine’ to help protect me from the ubiquitous pathogen. Hare-brained I know, but if the gaffer across the pond can indulge in such tomfoolery in all seriousness, what harm can…

Grim & Grime

Unless scenic walks, queuing outside a supermarket, or standing in an empty shopping mall and cacophonously screaming “Aaaarrrggghhh!!” is your bag, under prevailing lockdown edicts entertainment rations outside of the home are indeed meagre. Even the chair of the Entertainment Rations Are Meagre Society (ERAMS), Clive Tyretread, who’s seen some pretty piss poor times during…

No Cigar

As I start this episode of GJ Strachan’s prevailing existence, an angry West Yorkshire breeze is doing it’s damnedest to blow the eight digitalis, which until yesterday stood vertically with sentry-like authority, into the next village. The gusts rendering flaccid the Plantaginaceae, which pre-zephyr proudly patrolled my borders with an upright gait. Sadly, now these foxgloves have acquired a…