Halcyon Days

On my never ending journey of trying to recreate fond times of my childhood, I‘ve just purchased a pack of traditional beer mats on Amazon. To clarify, the nostalgia I refer to isn’t that of childhood memories of sitting happily (or even unhappily) as a child in a pub surrounded by absorbent drink mats. I know I lived in…

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Knock, Knock….. Who’s There?

I’ve not got much planned today. Apart from writing a blog, walking to the GP’s to pick up Karen’s prescription, gardening, cleaning the barbeque, making lunch, changing the entrance password to the home and making some final tweaks to my new watch prototype, there isn’t much on GJS’s ‘To Do’ list. You may need some…

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Mrs Slocombe’s Feline Acquaintance

Mrs Slocombe’s pussy! A much used TV sitcom double entrendre during my formative years in the 1970’s. Some may say overused, some may say underused and some might say it should have never been used. To clarify, I’m on about the saying itself, not the lady garden of the blue rinsed shop assistant. I’m blissfully…

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It’s Not Big & It’s Not Clever!

I’d like to utilise the start of todays blog by making a public apology to my beloved in-laws. I do so via this medium, feeling it’s only fair that I use the same vehicle to chastise myself as the one I occasionally use to admonish them. In the past I’ve painted them as rancid, unloving,…

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Why Say One Word……

I’ve just returned back to a sun drenched Casa Strachiona after a thankfully brief shopping trip with Karen. Our presence at an out of town shopping centre was at the request of my Geordie consort, with the express desire to acquire greetings cards for up and coming family occasions. So on a beautiful summer morning we braved…

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Now That’s Magic!

As I write this narrative, my significant other is in the kitchen attempting to brighten her dank West Yorkshire morning listening to classic old tunes (well, apart from Status Quo) on Magic FM. As Karen ‘treats’ me to an out of tune version of a Tina Turner song through the open panelled door, the aural…

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Out of Chaos, Comes Order

In the late 19th century, German philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche proffered “To live is to suffer. To survive is to find some meaning in the suffering” The Prussian born writer who stood at 5’8 was credited as a major influence in modern Western philosophy. His intellect mooted to be so vast that, even without having to reference a dictionary, he knew…

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Tell It To The Birds!

I unexpectedly added another string to my bow yesterday. I say unexpectedly as I wasn’t expecting the incident. If I had expected it I’d have left out unexpectedly and just wrote ‘I added another string to my bow yesterday‘…….. I hope that clears that up!…… Come back! I promise to raise the literary quality. Amongst my…

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The Folly of Bitterness

Following her cardiac procedure yesterday, my diminutive spouse is sore and tired but in reasonable spirits. As I sit listening to her on the phone updating her parents, who lovingly didn’t bother contacting her yesterday, it is clear that the insertion of a stent hasn’t affected her ability to natter………Or indeed made her mater and pater…

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