Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
“If only I don't bend and break, I'll meet you on the other side, I'll meet you in the light. If only I don't suffocate, I'll meet you in the morning when you wake.” Thoughts and emotions I heard relayed last Friday evening. To clarify the above wasn’t delivered as a morbid goodnight message from my partner, Sarah. An audio... Continue Reading →
Sunlight sneaks through an adjacent window, kissing the upper petals of the white orchid adorning the features dusty sill. On a nearby kitchen table perches a middle-aged man, laptop afore him. Erratic of mood, he scans his immediate indoor landscape. Blue eyes darting between a full-size sculpture of a horse’s head, a three-dimensional hanging scooter... Continue Reading →
I am a man of simple tastes. Give me sight of a beguiling smile, visions of a ‘Six bottles of wine for the price of Five’ sale sign, or the sound of a woman saying, “Ok, Gary, I’ll rescind my restraining order application!” and I’m in clover. For most of my adult life I barely procured... Continue Reading →
Yesterday witnessed the birthday of one GJ Strachan from Wakefield parish. A low-key day celebration wise seeing the hirsute mischief maker attend an online writing group, embark on a shopping centre visit, along with an afternoon at the park with his beau, her grandson and dog. My evening at home was quiet, watching YouTube clips... Continue Reading →
Four days ago, in the blog https://strachan.blog/2024/04/20/quite-a-weekend/ , I wrote a postcard of a recent short break with a family who have recently taken pity and adopted me. The brood in question, belonging to my beau Sarah, who have generously welcomed me into their loving arms… And closed wallets, the tight gets! With my own family scattered... Continue Reading →
Things have been lax on the literary front of late. A break away at the weekend, along with my writing mojo taking a hiatus, limiting my time at the typewriter. I have no idea where the mojo ventured, however as it brought me back a box of shortbread biscuits I’m guessing Scotland. A little further... Continue Reading →
It was an order delivered in stern West Yorkshire tones. “Alexa, tern off!” barked at her smart speaker to hush a song distracting the 50-something lass’s concentration during a phone call with her beau. Irrespective of the girl’s brusque enunciation, instructions dutifully adhered to by Amazon’s artificial intelligence (AI) goddess. For the uninitiated, “Tern off!” is a West Leeds... Continue Reading →
It’s April Fools Day. Consequently, we’ll have a day littered with inane pranks, silly stories and tiresome practical jokes… In other words it’s a dozen or so hours of business as usual at maison de Strachan. I find some practical jokes whimsical and innovative. For instance, yours truly was amused upon hearing an acquaintance’s prank... Continue Reading →
Afternoon on the last Tuesday of March 2024 – Two intrepid brothers set off in a campervan into the unknown. Forecasts of cold temperatures and unforgiving precipitation not deterring the latter-day Scott and Shackleton from embarking on their voyage north. And why would upcoming intemperate weather dent their fortitude; after all, they had a furry... Continue Reading →