Tears & Fears of a Clown

For a variety of reasons my literary output has diminished of late; as a consequence of this tardiness my mental health has tumbled like a latter-day Humpty Dumpty. With the art of penmanship acting as my goto anti-depressant, it’s proved a foolish self-care strategy if ever there was one! As a result, from today I’ve…

Four Years On

Four years ago yesterday a life episode played out which, although shaking my being to the very core, became a positive catalyst for significant life changes on my part. Transformations which have enhanced my life immeasurably; subsequently, augmenting my self-worth and esteem. Let me point out this life event, the suffering of a heart attack,…

Staying Alert

You’ll not know this but yours truly is a fan of movie scores. And if you did, as I’ve never really disclosed that snippet biographical info, I’d be interested to know how. Not to mention question what other gossip relating to me is currently in circulation… Oh, and assure everyone the horse story isn’t true….

Eulogy To Deano

I wrote a significant amount of the attached narrative last week as a tribute to a pooch with who I’d forged a strong bond since arriving into my life on his mother’s shirttails around a year ago. Due to an amalgam of time restraints, other more pressing issues and author uncertainty around the prose, I’ve…

RIP

Since post-noon last Thursday the nations figurehead, who’d portrayed the starring role within UK’s royal soap opera for seven decades, has lain bereft of life in Scotland. Of course, unless you’ve lived in a hole for four days, you’ll be fully aware of this bulletin. And even then, such is the episode’s global scale and…

Marcel

“The real journey of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.” – Marcel Proust My second favourite Marcel (after mime artist Marcel Marceau) advocating a practical and balanced perception of events, rather than the event itself, afforded individuals greater revelation. Although I’m late to the party with this lobbying cry,…

Untagged

After almost a week where my constitution experienced eddying waves of malady, I’m now testing negative for COVID-19. Despite this, though, I remain as weak as a cup of tea whose bag was stolen by a passing seagull after only a one second union with boiling water. Footnote – Incidentally, the pinched bag of which…

An Amble On The Ambleside

After a few days hiatus from quilling these (almost) daily observations, GJ Strachan returns to his laptop keyboard feeling reinvigorated, brio filled and refreshed. That being said, the amount I’ve drank over the weekend, I should be bloody refreshed! Incidentally, that is definitely supposed to read brio instead of brie, above. Yours truly feeling moved…

Making Plans

As a gift for his 32nd birthday, I’ve procured tickets for my son Jonny and me to attend Yorkshire county cricket club’s fixture with Durham in a T20 Blast game at Headingley. As he lives around 50-60 miles from the venue in North Yorkshire (I live the other side of Leeds from the ground), due…