Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
The 6am beach landscape was a sight for my still focussing eyes. With the sun rising over the North Sea, a calming audio backdrop of lapping waves and invigorating bouquet of sea water afforded a far greater scene and fragrance than the campervan I vacated ten minutes earlier. Although, when competing with a redolence of... Continue Reading →
My time at the keyboard has been minimal of late. A holiday in Portugal, a couple of outdoor music gigs, attendance of a birthday bash, and trying to locate my arse with both hands contributing factors towards this literary laxity. The latter consequential of wandering around in a haze after overdoing my ‘loudmouth soup’ intake... Continue Reading →
1st August 2024 - Whether they are bah t'at or wi' t'at, I'd like to wish my fellow Tykes a Happy Yorkshire Day. For the uninitiated, confused over this ‘tattery’ of which I speak, I'm referencing lyrics within the unofficial Yorkshire folk anthem On Ilkley Moor Bah T'at. The refrain telling of a hatless Yorkshire fella’s trials... Continue Reading →
I’ve not written much of late. For no apparent reason my mood has been low; draining any motivation to indulge in literary projects. Perversely, annoyance at myself for being in a low spirits for no reason has sent my mood even lower. It has got so bad, yesterday evening GJ Strachan had a word with... Continue Reading →
Tomorrow Father's Day makes a perennial June tarry to the UK; a twenty four hour residency which introduces mixed emotions for GJ Strachan. On one hand, esprit consequential of ordinarily having opportunity to meet up with one or both my offspring. However, at the other end of the emotional spectrum, melancholy borne from no longer... Continue Reading →
A phalanx of baristas and customers seeking a caffeine hit surround me as I commence this missive. A south Leeds retail centre’s café affording me a domain to place my buttocks, rehydrate and stir whatever creative juice pool I can muster. After tweaking my back yesterday afternoon, this journaling accompanied by intermittent lumbar spasms. Stretching... Continue Reading →
Looking down, it felt like this working-class northern lad had arrived. His eyes drawn to a multicoloured hippy picnic blanket in front of him; the rug laden with a wonderful smorgasbord procured from a Fortnum & Mason festival stall. His partner belying her usual similar lack of culture by swooning at the champagne feast. Her... Continue Reading →
Recently, while endeavouring to locate some important document or other, I stumbled across a bunch of long forgotten short stories I’d written during creative writing course attended in 2015. Footnote - When saying stumble I mean inadvertently located; not I'd tripped over a pile of recklessly discarded A4 sheets. Anyhow, I accidentally located six or... Continue Reading →
As a Leeds United supporter, the words Stamford Bridge ordinarily conjure up the name of Chelsea football club’s stadium. Our West London rivals who us Loiners have ‘enjoyed’ an uneasy relationship since 1970; a splinter in relations following an FA Cup Final defeat at the hands of the blue shirted cockney wideboys. “Well, you lost... Continue Reading →