There’s No ‘T’ In Bradford

As a consequence of her broad West Yorkshire dialect, my fragrant buddy Sarah has an endearing habit of pronouncing the city of Bradford’s moniker as Bratford. A minor quirk which, although captivating, makes me occasionally remind her “Similar to there’s no ‘I’ in team, there’s no ‘t’ in Bradford.” Upon receipt of GJ Strachan’s mischievous…

Back Off, Jasper!

There’s an advertisement for a particular app which’s hit my Facebook timeline fairly frequently of late. This commercial a video of a guy enthusiastically advocating the merits of an aid to writing product; above the fella’s head sits a statement proclaiming ‘This Tool Writes Content For You’. My initial thought when first witnessing this sales…

They Seek It Here…..

“They seek him here, they seek him thereThose Frenchies seek him everywhereIs he in heaven or is he in hell?That damned elusive Pimpernel.” This morning, following a mystifying episode while walking the dogs (who I affectionately dub the Avashight twins), the above words from Dame Emma Orczy’s novel The Scarlet Pimpernel made an unscheduled visit…

Reflections

As alluded to in my last missive Hot Under The Collar, in a few short weeks I’ll be moving from my late parents home into a Wakefield flat. After thirty three years the familial castle, four to six weeks away from sale completion, will soon have the Strachan coat of arms flag metaphorically lowered….. Its…

Hot Under The Collar

They say prevailing outside temperatures are currently mid-30’s Celsius here in Blighty. I’ve gotta say, though, it feels more like the steady 190C my oven blasts out when cooking corned beef hash…… Or, coming to think of it, any other dish which requires cooking at 190C! The calefaction produced by solar rays today and yesterday…

Taking Flight

Sitting at the dining table seeking inspiration for today’s literary bonhomie, I’ve my two canine buddies Zella and Deano hovering close-by; their mission to secure scraps from the lunch table. Their pitiful sad eyed look bringing to mind a bowl in hand Oliver Twist when seeking a second scrape of gruel from Mr Bumble. As…