The Cavalry’s Arrived

Yesterday afternoon, yours truly received a much needed fillip when my son Jonny and fiancée Jenny arrived at chez Strachan on their trusty steed. This arrival rescuing spirits borne from being surrounded by a metaphorical circle of horse-drawn wagons, heavily laden with COVID induced melancholy. This euphoria at witnessing the couple’s visit borne from knowledge…

The Way We Were

It’s Sunday morning, the morning after the night before. The morning before the night after and not far off the night before the morning before. If you can understand the paragraph above would you let me know what it means as I’ve not got a chuffing clue! Today, the capricious West Yorkshire weather has generously…

It’s My Party

It was good to see my siblings yesterday for the first time in 2016. For a variety of reasons, which include the three of us inhabiting different corners of England’s green and pleasant land, it is very rare we are reunited. We got together at our parent’s house for our pater’s 80th birthday party. We…

I’m Sure It’s My Turn To Commentate Gary!

In today’s blog, I want to share the story of a recently found cassette recording of my sister Helen at the age of three. In it she performs an iconic song from the musical Evita. Her vocal performance was of such quality that, upon hearing it, Grimsby impresario Greg Jameson remarked “Well, It’s a better…