With inspiration for today’s narrative topic evading me, today I enlisted online assistance to cajole that subject ‘light bulb moment’. This topic prodding website providing visitors with over 2,000 prompts; a bunch of motivational prompts from which I chose the following:  ‘Follow a group of strangers touring a city on some kind of vehicle –... Continue Reading →

I spent an interesting few hours on Saturday endeavouring to procure a couple of tickets for next years Oasis comeback tour. Stood ironing while I queued for tickets to watch the rebellious Mancunian rockstars, I concluded how much the episode painted a strange juxtaposition. Cliché has it that us Brits love to queue. And, as... Continue Reading →

Gazing aimlessly through my home office window, I witness browning birch tree leaves hang forlornly in the late summer sun. The moribund deciduous foliage sending an unwelcome reminder autumn, with its diminishing temperatures and earlier dusks, is around the corner. Consequently, GJ Strachan will shortly begin preparations for forthcoming chilly weather, a need for earlier... Continue Reading →

Yesterday morning, for the first time in ages I felt enthused about writing prose. The location where I planned to feed this newfound literary vigour a café situated within a Leeds retail outlet’s sprawling malls. Prior to satiating this need to pen, I feasted on a breakfast of marmite on toast, accompanied by an invigorating... Continue Reading →

Searching a topic for this literary assignment, I have just been greeted by a random YouTube advertisement showing how to stop squirrels stealing nuts from your garden bird feeder.  A tutorial which will no doubt prove invaluable if I ever procure a bird feeder. Or it would have been if I was motivated enough to... Continue Reading →

The 6am beach landscape was a sight for my still focussing eyes. With the sun rising over the North Sea, a calming audio backdrop of lapping waves and invigorating bouquet of sea water afforded a far greater scene and fragrance than the campervan I vacated ten minutes earlier.  Although, when competing with a redolence of... Continue Reading →

My time at the keyboard has been minimal of late. A holiday in Portugal, a couple of outdoor music gigs, attendance of a birthday bash, and trying to locate my arse with both hands contributing factors towards this literary laxity. The latter consequential of wandering around in a haze after overdoing my ‘loudmouth soup’ intake... Continue Reading →

1st August 2024 - Whether they are bah t'at or wi' t'at, I'd like to wish my fellow Tykes a Happy Yorkshire Day. For the uninitiated, confused over this ‘tattery’ of which I speak, I'm referencing lyrics within the unofficial Yorkshire folk anthem On Ilkley Moor Bah T'at. The refrain telling of a hatless Yorkshire fella’s trials... Continue Reading →