Whimsical Blogs From Deep Within A Capricious Mind
During a movie I recently viewed, there was a line in the script that mused “The truth is like poetry, and most people f*****g hate poetry!” The movie was about deception and questionable working practises in the finance sector, not poetry. However, witnessing the above soupcon of philosophy, made me ponder why poetry appeared not to…
It’s 7.40 pm on 15th February as I commence this monologue. I sit alone in my parents living room, perspiring from incalescence produced by the gas fire. I should really turn it off, but I want to maintain the room temperature of a Swedish sauna so my mum and dad aren’t in discomfort on their…
An updated version of a tale of banter during the formalities.
Boosted by yesterday’s return of the prodigal sun, my wife and I embarked on the short journey to Roundhay Park for the afternoon. Temperatures were still low but, wrapped up against the chilling later winter wind, we had a pleasant sojourn with our long lost friend. Heart warmed to witness the solar rays again after its seemingly…
Yesterday evening I caught an item on TV surrounding a new scientific theory claiming elder children are more intelligent than their younger siblings. I don’t recollect the scientist’s name, although I’m pretty sure it wasn’t Arthur Treadmore if that helps…… Oh it doesn’t, I’ll move on then. The eminent scientist (who wasn’t Arthur Treadmore) opined that…
Tomorrow sweethearts around the globe will drink a toast to mark a special day for the patron saint of love……. No, it’s not Chelsea footballer John Terry’s birthday, I allude to the perennial mid-February lovefest that is St Valentine’s Day. Throughout the world, enamoured couples will make affectionate gestures like the sending of red roses, chocolates and…
On Saturday afternoon, I had a re-occurrence of the lower back problems I experienced during the week. I unaware of what caused the return of the pain, but the Strachan swear box has benefitted to my renewed cursing to such an extent we’re hoping to pay off the kids student loans. Thankfully, my discomfort had…
Today’s writing companions are the sight and sound of chefs displaying their culinary excellence on TVs Saturday Kitchen…… Or it was until a female Spanish chef started carving up octopus, causing my missus to turn the TV off. I’m not sure what Karen finds so odious about the act of preparing a cephalopod mollusc for human…