“Morning has broken, like the first morning; blackbird has spoken, like the first bird.” What better way to start my … More
Tag: essay
No Cigar
As I start this episode of GJ Strachan’s prevailing existence, an angry West Yorkshire breeze is doing it’s damnedest to … More
A Challenge Too Far?!
Sitting at my garden patio table, sipping a cryogenically cold lemonade to combat a thirst worked up during my recent … More
Futile Grudges
This afternoon’s scheduled garden maintenance has been scuppered by the lower back trauma consequential of previous horticultural chores. Subsequently, I’m … More
Menu Mayhem
The lower back trauma I wrote about in Gaining Groucho’s Gait, although significantly less uncomfortable, continues to plague me. Sporadic … More
Birthday Boy
It would’ve been my old man’s 84th birthday today. At 9am precisely, and in no particular order, he’d have commenced … More
He Who Laughs Last
This morning, I undertook the horticultural equivalent of painting the Forth Bridge, when manually removing the plethora of weeds squatting … More
Anniversary Alluring
Despite it’s best efforts, COVID-19 was unable to affix the ruining of my birthday to it’s mammoth collateral damage rap … More
Making Unwanted History – Part Two
Yesterday, I afforded my readership a narrative titled Making Unwanted History – Part One. Within this piece I suggested the stark … More