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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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,…

Carry On Doctor X

Yesterday afternoon I drove a friend (who for the purposes of anonymity I shall call Dr X) to a day care clinic. I volunteered my chauffeuring services as he was scheduled to undergo a minor medical procedure which would render him unable to drive. The clinic is a relatively new building providing a clean, light,…