Land of Confusion

According to BBC’s fragrant weather presenter Carol Kirkwood, precipitation will predominantly be this weeks meteorological bedfellow. An irksome forecast which, despite being delivered by an uber chirpy Scottish lady with a delightful West Highlands lilt, has frustratingly scuppered my plans of further outdoor timber staining….. Well, in the short term, anyhow. As an aside, upon…

Stains

Coincidentally, not only was yesterday (May 1st) ‘World Naked Gardening Day’ it was apparently also ‘World Arrested For Indecent Exposure Day’. A lesson learned to my cost when finding out buying lawn feeder from a garden centre can’t be classed as horticultural maintenance. My shame exacerbated further by foolishly undertaking the naturist act of procuring…

A Word From Our Sponsors

This morning, while prepping questions for tomorrows Zoom quiz with the chaps, I’ve been researching old 1970 TV commercials online. From this trawl down memory lane, I’ve just productively completed penning ten ‘true or false’ inquiries. Vigour further inflated by evocations of fond childhood recollections flooding the old cranium during my random delving. Ad tag…

Mother of God

At reveille this morning I awoke with mind racing. Amongst the notions flying around my neurological corridors like leafs in a zephyr, yours truly pondered if there was an Old Zealand. Not to mention, why Poles get involved with other countries election forecasting. I also mulled over why Isaac Newton initially identified the phenomena of…

Count To Ten, Gary!

The strain of being a full-time carer to my mother hit me yesterday evening, when I’d an unacceptable meltdown when my plans to watch the live rugby league game were derailed. Aspirations of unwinding in front of the Leeds Rhinos v Wigan Warriors game departing down the same avenue where Lord Lucan disappeared. The source…

When Maggie Nearly Met Lizzie

As I prepare to wax lyrical, my Saturday morning soundscape is Led Zeppelin’s ‘Stairway to Heaven’ accompanied by the sizzle of frying pork sausages. This gratifying aural backdrop augmented by the sound of my kid brother Ian chopping veg to add to the casserole he’s cooking for this evenings potlatch. Footnote – To clarify Led…

Run Maggie, Run

Following an upbeat bulletin from physiotherapists, within the last couple of hours my mum (Maggie) has exuded an esprit which’s understandably been missing of late. This infusion of verve manifesting from news her mobility, impacted by a stroke nine weeks ago, has improved enough she can now dispense with her zimmer frame indoors. After a…

Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes

At 7.50 am this morning, yours truly’s was faffing around updating the aesthetics of my blogging website strachan.blog. Consequential of this electronic cosmetic dilly dallying, the domain now possesses a fresh look and feel. Now displaying rejuvenated screens with a new sky blue background and dark berry text. This electronic metamorphosis a process which’s undertaken…

The Unused Questions

Due to a few of our groups unavailability, who’d more pressing appointments, Thursday nights bi-weekly online quiz was cancelled. Consequently, the questions prepared for this clambake remained unused; instead gathering metaphorical dust on my laptop hard drive. Of course, I could’ve saved these intentionally absurd inquiries until the next online get together. However, hamstrung by…