On Saturday afternoon I'd a re-occurrence of lower back issues which dog me from time to time. I'm unaware of this latest lumbar incident's cause; however I can say without any doubt the last few days have seen me suffer agonisingly with upper glute muscle discomfort. Trying to take a positive from the event, on... Continue Reading →
Satan’s Spheres
Since Thursday, I've been afforded liberty from the metaphorical grasp self-isolation had around my throat. Although, to be honest, that two week episode felt more like self-isolation had me by the testicles not the throat. Yours truly utilising the term throat, though, as I'm fully aware impart the word testicles in my narrative would've perhaps... Continue Reading →
Cursing by Proxy
Today sees me in a somewhat laconic mood. Yours truly's midday return back to Leeds, after a brief but pleasant tarry to the manor of its city cousin York, manifesting within me a melancholic prevailing outlook. Consequently, Thursday's verbal interactions have been markedly sparser of content than usual. Those utilised are predominantly laden with cynicism,... Continue Reading →
Harsh Lessons
A few days back I relayed recollections from my young childhood. While I mulled over a topic for today's prose my mother (whose house I'm currently residing in suggested I journal further memories from the same era........... Only funny ones this time. To be honest, what she really said “Was it you who ate that last... Continue Reading →
They Won’t Stop Swearing, Mr Herriot!
Parental Guidance – This blog contains the unavoidable use of colourful language, in particular a word that rhymes with duck. Enter at your own risk! I’m 20 days into my ‘Dry January’ now. All has been well so far and I haven’t displayed any overt signs of withdrawal!......... Well, unless me sitting with the fridge... Continue Reading →
I Didn’t Know It Was Swearing Mum!!
A few days back I relayed recollections from my young childhood. While I mulled over a topic for today's prose my wife Karen, who'd enjoyed that prose, suggested I journal further memories from the same era........... Only funny ones this time. To be honest, what she really said “Was it you who ate that last Kit... Continue Reading →