Two Little Boys

Within minutes of his arrival on Friday evening an almighty crash emanated from the downstairs bathroom of our familial home. … More

Maximus Gluteus

Yesterday, unbeknown to yours truly, I spent the day wandering about the place with a huge tear in the rear … More

As I commence this prose, my brother Ian’s just left our mother’s home where he’s been providing me respite from … More

On this day in mid-1960’s my younger brother Ian made his inaugural appearance into the world. Born at our Leeds … More

In lockdown my brother Ian and adult son Jonathon, the brood’s musicians, have both picked up their acoustic guitars for … More

As we amble this vale of tears, we’re confronted by a variety of enigmas; these episodes or habits which appear … More

Solar rays envelope large swathes of West Yorkshire as I write. The meteorological god Zeus finally turning off the celestial … More

Last week I wrote a narrative (Barbershop Strop) during which I spoke of childhood visits to James Thow’s barbershop on Low … More

This afternoon, a cool wind swirls around the grounds of casa Strachan, consequently the washing line in situ linen sways … More