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Muddled Messages

As the UK government’s lockdown edicts ease, I grow every more confused at exactly what us Brits can undertake without risk of censure. Muddled messages from on high flummoxing me […]
Muddled Messages

Reverence

For the third Father’s Day on the trot, it’s with tempered melancholy I’m unable to bestow the oft predictable trinkets I’d gift my dad on this day. Expressions whose value […]

Family Bequests

Amongst an upcoming event packed weekend itinerary, yours truly intends to perform an inaugural self-pedicure. A procedure I’ve concluded bears far greater priority than the cursory attention I’ve thus far […]

Thirtysomething

Thirty years ago today I became a father for the first time. This major life event consequential of son and heir Jonathon joined the cast of this reality show called […]
Thirtysomething

After The Bout

On this day in mid-1960’s my younger brother Ian made his inaugural appearance into the world. Born at our Leeds home, our kid arrived shortly after Cassius Clay’d knocked out […]

Familial Footprints

Yesterday afternoon, I skimmed through ten decades of family photographs. These snapshots incorporating footprint’s of both recent familial existences, along with images of my earlier paternal and maternal line forebears. […]
Familial Footprints

Oink Oink!!

I’m slightly fatigued as this chilly late Sunday afternoon drifts seamlessly into evening. A lethargy which manifests notions of surprise at how daily itineraries bereft of activity can diminish one’s […]
Oink Oink!!

Futile Grudges

This afternoon’s scheduled garden maintenance has been scuppered by the lower back trauma consequential of previous horticultural chores. Subsequently, I’m sitting at my patio table accompanied by an amalgam of […]
Futile Grudges

Menu Mayhem

The lower back trauma I wrote about in Gaining Groucho’s Gait, although significantly less uncomfortable, continues to plague me. Sporadic spasms when making sharp core movements reminding me the back […]
Menu Mayhem

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 a ring around of his three offspring in turn. After […]
Birthday Boy

Project On Hold

In lockdown my brother Ian and adult son Jonathon, the brood’s musicians, have both picked up their acoustic guitars for the first time in years. My son didn’t actually play […]
Project On Hold

Growing The Brand

Keen to enrich my literary skillset, I’m contemplating making some of my chronicles available via the conduits of podcast and/or video stream. These delivery channels perhaps the next organic leap […]

Woodhouse Man

You may argue you’ve suffered enough during the COVID lockdown without yours truly starting to subject you to a selection of the eighty or so poems I penned in 2017. […]
Woodhouse Man