A Celebration

Due to inadvertently leaving my laptop at partner Sarah’s home on Ossett’s outskirts, I’m journaling this literary piece on a cheap tablet procured in July for me and my amour’s Majorcan summer trip. A purchase made to mitigate against my Macbook receiving a sun factor 20 cream coating while penning poolside. Despite this device affording…

Eulogy To Deano

I wrote a significant amount of the attached narrative last week as a tribute to a pooch with who I’d forged a strong bond since arriving into my life on his mother’s shirttails around a year ago. Due to an amalgam of time restraints, other more pressing issues and author uncertainty around the prose, I’ve…

A Melancholic Landmark

It played out one year ago….. 12 months…… 365 days….. Events ensuring, irrespective of future occurrences on that date, 3rd October will remain indelibly tainted within the family as being the calendar juncture of my mums passing. The familial matriarch’s protracted 2021 demise playing out in an Ossett care home; the final dark proceedings witnessed…

To The Victor Go The Spoils

This effort littéraire is my first creative offering since the 12th September. A prose paucity consequential of several life episodes, rendering free time at my laptop of a premium. Amongst the culprits causing this dearth of written dialect were a couple of short breaks, along with a multitude of tasks borne from moving home a…

Chronicle for Katelan

I’ve a topic request for today’s blog. Well, that’s not strictly true as it was the style of writing, not the actual subject matter within the paragraphs, which I was asked to alter for this post. The request coming from my Ossett squeeze Sarah’s youngest daughter Katelan who, during a literary critique of my penmanship,…

A Question

To commence this monologue I’ve a question for you, my dear reader. Don’t worry it’s nothing overly technical or scientific; not that you wouldn’t have the erudition to deal with any inquiry I posed, I hasten to add….. Hopefully that disclaimer will cut off any hate mail at the pass. Anyhow here’s the catechism of…

Life Without The Scamps

Despite being very happy with life in the Wakefield apartment whose occupancy I’ve just undertaken, my brio levels are somewhat impaired by tenancy edicts barring me from looking after canine buddies Deano and Zella. Consequently the furry duo, who’ve lived with me for a couple months at my late mother’s home, have returned to reside…

Shooting The Breeze

Six days after changing from a positive to a negative COVID condition I’m still suffering from fluctuating energy levels. In fact I was so wiped out on Saturday I slept for huge swathes of the day. Only vacating my pit to eat lunch and dinner, along with a spontaneous episode where I felt moved to…

“Our Father Who Art In….”

Tomorrow Father’s Day makes a perennial June tarry to the UK; a twenty four hour residency which introduces mixed emotions for GJ Strachan. On one hand, esprit consequential of ordinarily having opportunity to meet up with one or both my offspring. However, at the other end of the emotional spectrum, melancholy borne from no longer…