Mother of God

At reveille this morning I awoke with mind racing. Amongst the notions flying around my neurological corridors like leafs in a zephyr, yours truly pondered if there was an Old Zealand. Not to mention, why Poles get involved with other countries election forecasting. I also mulled over why Isaac Newton initially identified the phenomena of…

Jonah?

The thin gruel provided from living a COVID lifestyle wears particularly heavy today. A mood that’s diminished further from just witnessing England cricketer Jonny Bairstow losing his wicket in India. My fellow Yorkshireman holing out in the deep while six runs short of what would’ve been an accomplished century. Although, on a positive note, as…

Tales From The Tearoom

As a club cricketer over three decades, today I’m moved to pen a soupçon of club cricket tearoom recollections. A between innings undertaking which’s for generations predominantly lain in the hands of amateur cricketer’s wives, mums and girlfriends. Warm-hearted volunteers giving up their summer Saturday afternoons, ensuring attending teams/crowd are provided with sustenance, a warm smile and the occasional rollocking…

At Sixes & Sevens

I’ve just returned from a much needed odyssey to the barbers, where I underwent my third haircut on Planet COVID. As a pathogen protection strategy, the episode performed with both barber and I wearing face masks. The presence of visage coverings resulted in the traditional stylist/customer banter playing out with muffled tones similar to those…

Gleeds Fest

It’s been best weekend yours truly’s experienced for many a year. Leeds United’s promotion as champions to the Premiership, along with the successful relocation of an orange blossom bush in the garden (I celebrate in eccentric ways) sent GJ Strachan’s euphoria levels sky rocketing. To clarify, relocating a garden shrub doesn’t really impart me with…

Bring Out The Bielsa Seltzer!

Today, the sun looks down on me both figuratively and metaphorically. Not only are solar rays paying a welcome visit, but the gravy consequential from yesterday’s confirmation of Leeds United as champions has reinvigorated my mood to a plateau not tarried for many a year. Euphoria’s an infrequent visitor to GJ Strachan’s over-analysing mind. For…

Comienza El Autobus!

“Start the bus”, or “Comienza el autobus” as team coach Marcello Bielsa may exclaim. Whisper it quietly but, following a torrid sixteen year absence from the Premiership, Leeds United are back!…… They promise to wipe their feet prior to entering the footballing promised land; and hopefully a few of the West Yorkshire club’s opponents. Prior…

Raising The Rafters

Yesterday evening, the lockdown entertainment landscape took a spike similar to that recently seen with Florida’s COVID cases. Catalyst to this upturn in verve the participation in a bi-weekly Zoom quiz evening with buddies. These fortnightly inquisitions, in which rounds of questions are interspersed with live acoustic music courtesy of two of our number, affording…

Off The Scale Tension

Sunday witnessed a productive few hours from yours truly. It’s watch seeing a much needed garden maintenance shift, scribing of a narrative, the cooking of dinner, along with creating my 44th self-published book. The latter created, ordered, scheduled for printing and due for delivery by next week’s conclusion. In the afternoon, my blood pressure meds…