Category: humour

Advent Rides Into Town

Well, 2023's advent rode into town this morning on horseback, where it will hold court until St Nick arrives with his sack of goodies in the early hours of 25th December. Upon reaching town the incorrigible fella tethered his hoss Tiddles outside the saloon, allowing him freedom to quaff a few swift whiskies and flirt... Continue Reading →

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Cravers

While penning this narrative I've one eye on a corner of the room where a catchup broadcast of ‘Countryfile’ plays out on TV. My other eye is on my laptop screen…… It is at times like this being wall-eyed has it's advantages. As the bright sun reflects off the screen, I can just about make... Continue Reading →

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“Well, my Aunt Edith saw me do it!”

If you do not follow my regular self-indulgent (although sometimes insightful) postings on social media, you will not know I recently had my first sale from my Etsy store 'GaryCatures'. An online retail outlet peddling copies of original caricatures I started drawing in COVID lockdown. These cartoon depictions an amalgam of stars from the movies,... Continue Reading →

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Gunpowder, Treason & Plot 

This morning, as I am off work this week, yours truly made a cameo appearance at the Next Chapter writing group meeting which I’ve been unable to attend since cutting short my retirement. My submission for the workshop, where the topic hook was ‘fireworks’, is below. A spoof ‘horrible history’ biographical vignette relating to Guy... Continue Reading →

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Hibernation

Apart from the odd journey to keep the engine ticking over and stopping the battery going flat, Victor (my VW campervan) has been placed into hibernation for the winter.  When I say hibernation I, of course, do not mean I’ve driven him into a huge box containing water, lettuce and shredded newspaper like Blue Peter... Continue Reading →

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It Was Only a Dream

I have been party to some weirdly vivid dreams of late. My slumber zeitgeist incorporating a series of surreal episodes playing out with an audioscape of Joe Dolce’s 1980s novelty record ‘Shut Uppa Your Face’. Last night a further occasion of experiencing these idiosyncratic plotlines. The opening scene in my overnight dream sequence seeing me... Continue Reading →

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Godza

Earlier in the week, while mingling with attendees at a friend’s funeral in Gateshead, an old mate commented he'd noticed I'd not been as prolific with my blog writing lately. I responded the situation a consequence of taking up of a part-time job role; meaning opportunities to pen my unreliable prose had diminished markedly.  The... Continue Reading →

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Fond Memories in the Dark

I am just back from a trip to Gateshead where I attended the funeral of a good mate who sadly passed at the age of 64. His untimely death a deeply saddening denouement to his stoic battle with a cruel illness. Geographical barriers since relocating from Gateshead in 1987 have meant our rendezvous weren’t as... Continue Reading →

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