This morning on social media I saw an advertisement for a soon to be released movie titled Mrs Lowry & Son. Dubbed an untold story of one of the UK’s most lauded artists LS Lowry, the movie’s remit to divulge the Manchester-born painter’s struggle for acceptance by the early/mid 1900’s art establishment. An odyssey seeking his deserved recognition which saw his mother as one of his sternest detractors. As a […]
Yesterday, during breaks in writing and seeking possessions shifted by my missus when making additional drawer space for our daughter (after her return from Canada,) I spent a short period of my day philosophising. These thoughts not my normal level of inane epiphany. Ideas such as pondering whether I should have tarmac laid in the lounge for durability purposes, and if I proceed how to resolve the huge logical problem […]
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! Personally, I’ve nothing against the puppet hippo, bloke in a bear suit and the zip […]
At the risk of turning this into a less accomplished Alan Bennett biscuit monologue, yesterday I became reacquainted with the joys of Rich Teas. A cookie pleasure I’d not experienced for decades, following the turning of my fickle heart and head by the enchantment of a chocolate Hob Nob. My Rich Tea relationship ending abruptly in 1985, a consequence of the aforementioned chocolate coated seductresses launch. A split I’ll openly […]
In my attempts to dodge situations adding strain on my still recovering cardio system I’m currently striving to avoid TV news bulletins. An approach purposely taken to evade the journalistic millstones capable of dragging even the most positive individuals (of which I’m not one) into a pit of despair. Stories that transport you from the sanitised world of TV quiz shows Pointless or The Chase, aired just prior to the […]
Around eighteen months ago I dabbled at extending my literary boundaries by trying my hand at writing poetry. All very pompous and tongue in cheek stuff, delivered in an olde worlde style, some of which can be found on my website writesaidfred.org under the menu title of ‘Pretentious Prose’. https://strachan.blog/2017/06/24/pretentious-prose/ These pieces of work were deliberately ostentatious and self-indulgent sonnets that left no stone unturned in my aspirations to make […]
January 2nd – The posteriors of the missus and yours truly currently occupy two waiting room chairs within a Leeds oncology unit. Bearing in mind recent festive period over-indulgences, I’m a tad surprised my ever burgeoning butt only requires one seat. However, one seat is suffice to provide a comfortable perch whilst I endeavour populating the chaste white page on my laptop. Today’s literary objective the provision of a narrative […]
