Pre-Minstrel Tension

Well the Easter weekend has been and gone. It was a welcome house guest who brought food for thought, a Galaxy chocolate egg, along with an episode of TV’s Home Under the Hammer. The food for thought, was my weekend review of where my spiritual beliefs actually lay. I have the utmost respect for days in which…

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Juggling Against The Odds

My erratic sleep pattern was today responsible for a first slumber past 11 am since I was a 16 year old. That was a time of lazing in the late 1970’s, after I’d completing my GCE exams. This while waiting to start my first full-time job and for my moustache to grow thick enough to survive a slight breeze. This…

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Climbing the Ladder

As I begin today’s composition, I’m accompanied by the background sound of an Easter Day service on the TV . I’ve by no stretch of the imagination been a regular church goer in adulthood. However, in my childhood I did attend church with the rest of my family, apart from my dad. Despite him having no strong spiritual beliefs,…

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A Day of Abstinence

Despite not being overly spiritual, it’ll be a Good Friday tea of cod and chips for tea tonight in the Strachan residence. Abstaining from red meat is a Christian tradition we uphold every year, on this day where millions worldwide acknowledge Jesus’ sacrifice on the cross. My wife claims that her recipe, which was handed…

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Are You Happy With Your Bins?

Just in case it’s not broadcast on this evenings 6 o’clock news, I’d like to announce that the interior of my wheelie bin was given a thorough jet blast this morning. I’m not taking the plaudits for this piece of work, as it was undertaken by a mobile bin cleaner, diminutive of size and thorough of jet blast….

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The Wild West Cup Final Replay

Prompted by yesterday’s parody narrative about the great Don Revie Leeds United side, I’ve just had an engaging trip down memory lane with an old friend. The amiable interaction commenced following his musings about the uncompromising nature of the 1970 FA Cup Final replay at Old Trafford, Manchester. A match that involving the gladiators of the Leeds who I wrote…

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Essence of Norman Hunter

There is not much happening this evening in the Strachan domicile; nothing of any note anyway. If I’d to accurately describe the scene as I write, my wife is watching Corrie by candle light whilst I’m slouched on a seat at the dining table. Not the most comfortable environment in which to ply penmanship; I really…

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Never The Twain Shall Meet

“Whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it is time to pause and reflect.” Sage-like words from late American writer Mark Twain, in which he relays his mistrust of the mainstream. In particular, opining his cynicism toward the validity of the masses’ thoughts, along with the folly of following what they advocate. Profound…

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Green Army

This afternoon I plan my first barbeque of the year. Nothing flash, just a piece of marinated chicken each accompanied by salad, potatoes and sides. I can list the sides as well, but I suspect you’re as disinterested in knowing those accoutrements as finding out I’m planning a barbeque. Yesterday, I undertook some voluntary work collecting…

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