Silent Night, Noisy Day

As you’re probably aware, December 2022 arrived early Thursday morning; And, if you were aware, why didn’t you tell me. I only found out today (Friday), meaning the inaugural opening of my advent calendar was delayed for over 24 hours. Actually, that’s not strictly true; I didn’t receive an advent calendar. Instead my Ossett beau…

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…

Recommendations Please

Yesterday, while scouring Facebook timeline announcements like a ferret seeking an errant contact lens, a mischievous notion manifested from deep within my capricious mind. Concluding this epiphany, although admittedly silly, was a harmless enough conception to include these observations within this prose. As is my want when scribing these journals, or posting online, I constantly…

Geordie Canine Chatter

Spending so much time on my own of late has been a catalyst to me occasionally indulging in absurd faux conversations with my dog companions Deano and Zella. These sporadic episodes ordinarily playing out as I stroll past the little scamps while wandering chez Strachan’s soon to be sold chambers and gardens. My pretend conversations…

Captain Concoct

While scribing today’s journal, yours truly has one eye on a live BBC stream showing our ‘beloved’ prime minister, Boris Johnson, peddling another catalogue of disingenuous apologies for his involvement in #partygate. Footnote – If you’re interested the eye witnessing this odious individuals unreliable and insincere contrition is my left. That being said, if I’d…

Nora Driving Me Batty

Within the last couple of days I’ve been laid low with the noravirus. A pathogen which, although I’m assured isn’t as potentially dangerous as coronavirus, subjects the sufferer to a fairly distressing time symptom wise. Actually, with candour I don’t officially know if I’ve contracted noravirus; I’m self-diagnosing. Ordinarily a habit I find contemptible, however…

Witnessing Euphoria

Yesterday evening, in between writing an absurd ‘True or False’ round in preparation for tonights Zoom quiz with buddies, I watched two Sky Arts recordings of live concerts by multi million album selling bands. Both musical bonanzas performed by British groups in two historic and cosmopolitan European capital cities. Incidentally, this isn’t a riddle, I’m…

Stupid Cupid

Yesterday morning I was greeted by an unexpected audible ping upon wearily entering Chez Strachan’s living room. With it being Valentines Day, the poet within me romanticised this soundscape may’ve emanating from Cupid’s bow string. Its source the forceful triggering of an arrow in my direction – This episode a gesture of amour from a…

All About The Taste

Yesterday afternoon I cooked a homemade vegetable soup – A consommé so bland it led me to question the validity of the old adage ‘Too many cooks spoil the broth’. Yours truly concluding the culinary combo’s flavour to be so meagre that assistance from additional chefs couldn’t possibly have spoilt it anymore. To my mind…