Post-heart attack I've unsurprisingly striven to avoid situations that'll raise my blood pressure. Consequently, I'm currently staying clear of listening to/watching Leeds United games, listening to/watching Leeds Rhino rugby league matches, exposure to England Test crickets encounters and (apart from writing) numerous other avenues of pleasure. I'm also attempting to stay clear of my wife … Continue reading Patience Required
Today's literary effort sees the third in a trilogy of tongue in cheek narratives surrounding my attendance at Heathfield Senior High School on Low Fell, Gateshead. Sadly for the reader, my trinity of completed works isn't as entertaining as, say, the original Star Wars or Back to The Future trilogies. In my defence, though, I'm … Continue reading Duck!!
My wife Karen announced earlier it's rainbow trout for dinner tonight. I'm assuming she's referring to the fact we'll be consuming the fish species with colour reflecting scales. Aquatic craniate animal equally at home in salt or fresh water. Not that she's following a trout recipe from a cookbook written by Zippy, Bungle and George! … Continue reading Rainbow Climbing High
Late this afternoon I'll be confronted by a conundrum which afflicts us armchair sports fans once or twice a season. Not a problem of earth shattering proportions by any stretch of the imagination, nevertheless a decision still requiring careful consideration. This trivial poser the three football/rugby teams I follow being broadcast live on TV almost … Continue reading What to Watch?
I've just returned from a post-lunch stroll to pick up cardio meds from the pharmacy. Not a massive walk by any stretch of the imagination, however the half hour return journey was the longest hike I've undertaken during my rehabilitation from heart attack. Consequently, I'm heartened (pardon the pun) that I've achieved another small but … Continue reading Small Steps
Today is the first day since being discharged from hospital that I've felt less energetic than the previous day. Enveloped in a veil of lethargy, currently my only desire is to rest in my recuperative slumber pit, attempting to try coax out that errant vitality. Unlike in the nursery rhyme Hickory, Dickory, Dock, when casa … Continue reading Any Umbrellas?
Sitting with a bowl of wasabi peas and a mandarin, carrot and ginger smoothie, I've one eye on my laptop and the other on a Sky Atlantic show called The Trip to Spain. This a series of six half hour shows in which British entertainers/writers Steve Coogan and Rob Brydon sample cuisine at some of … Continue reading X Marks The Spot