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A Tall Story

For the second year on the trot, I witnessed a commendable performance from band Shed Seven during yesterday evening’s pre-Christmas gig at Leeds’ O2 Academy. When I say witnessed that isn’t strictly true. For a section of the York band’s impressive set of new and 90’s anthems, I had a restricted view standing behind what seemed like the Harlem Globetrotters basketball team. By that, I mean there was a visual […]

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Sshh, Be Vewy, Vewy Quiet….

For the first time in twenty eight years, Christmas Day in the Strachan home will be bereft of voices other than mine and that of my spouse, Karen. This situation not a consequence of a planned 24-hour sponsored family yuletide silence; an event which the missus and me had stubbornly refuse to participate in. Moreover, the fact that neither of our adult offspring will be home and other family members, whose company we’d ordinarily enjoy on 25th December, can’t […]

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Which One’s Bodger?

The other day I wrote of the ever thinning locks on my pate. I wrote of how it didn’t overly bother me, and I intended to embrace this middle-age affliction with dignity. What I forget to journal was that I’ve definitely ruled out a toupe as a potential solution to this hair-loss. The main driver behind this decision being the seemingly constant presence of breezy conditions now in the UK, which raises the […]

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Unwanted Gift, Unwanted Guest

After penning a narrative yesterday about my dad, who is a poorly chap at the minute, I was heartened to be the recipient of kind feedback, along with good wishes from family and friends. Amongst this was a request for me to write more about him (Mally) as “…he seems a really nice guy.” This request surprised me a tad as it came from my mum, who’s been married to him for 56 years! […]

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Beautiful Servant, Dangerous Master

It was World Mental Health Day on the 10th October. A day of raising awareness about the multitude of illnesses under the mental health umbrella. A global attempt at increasing understanding of the still stigmatised neurological afflictions and maybe educate a few of the ‘snap out of it’ brigade. Additionally, its a day to give mental health first aid to sufferers, supporting them in their fight with their faceless nemesis. […]

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Say It With Flowers

We had an early reveille this morning, as consequence of my wife Karen’s appointment at a health centre in Leeds. Despite the unforgiving chill of the Spring breeze, it was heartening to see the sun shine with an enthusiasm not seen of late. Sitting in the waiting room, I looked out from a lofted view to observe clusters of daffodils in the distance. From my viewpoint they appeared to have […]

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Awesome After Great

  “This is my life and this is how it reads For every chapter, a thousand memories A murder, a mystery where everybody bleeds A fantasy, a thriller with romance and disease” So wrote Paul Heaton when he eased us into the 1990 Beautiful South song My Book. It was an opening verse teasing us, the prurient listener, in anticipation of what tongue in cheek autobiographical take Mr Heaton had […]

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