Sadly, the inspiration I sought for today's narrative topic wasn't behind door number 14 on the advent calendar. That's unless I decide to muster a yarn about a red-nosed reindeer indulging in a game of table tennis - A subject path that for many reasons I've quite frankly no inclination of embarking on. Consequently, I'm … Continue reading Christmas Day With Uncle Roger
In the last couple of decades there's been a growth in the number of double barrelled names in the UK. One of the reasons behind this change being a greater desire for newly weds to merge their surnames. An example of this being when Jemma Shoe married Arnie Box in Lytham registry office in 2011 … Continue reading Careful What You Wish For!
Despite being a disciple of creativity - Particularly broadening my horizons and looking at art without prejudice, I'm not one who is overly precious about technological innovation. Don't get me wrong, I understand the absolute need for society to evolve technology wise, however, I'm far from having enough interest in the topic to be called … Continue reading Is It A Bird? Is It A Plane?….
This morning, I spent a couple of hours as part of a fundraising team representing the Marie Curie organisation. Our locale Leeds city centre, our voluntary remit to appeal to the benevolence of Morrisons supermarket customers, Merrion Shopping Centre in situ. The journey almost starting dramatically when, while waiting for a bus on Selby Road, … Continue reading Munificence In The Merrion
I'm struggling to focus while writing this blog. Pre-weekly food shop, GJ Strachan is sitting in his mum's living room bereft of the serenity he craves while embracing penmanship. A consequence of the several distractions in his locale. Neurological intrusions courtesy of reality TV show contestants bartering with antique stall owners - Along with fielding … Continue reading Seeking Serenity
There are times when the planets align allowing a rendezvous with an individual who opens your eyes to the brilliance of the human mind. Someone who teaches the simplicity of a humane act, guiding you on a path of redemption from the rudderless existential furrow you currently plough. A person whose every word you hang on, … Continue reading Better Late Than Never
Thursday turned out to be a fairly unremarkable day. My existential contributions confined to penning a daily narrative, along with chauffeuring Mrs Strachan senior for her weekly food shop at the White Rose Shopping Centre. Nightfall saw the day's quiet ambience, which had brought a serenity and inner calm to my erstwhile troubled soul, sadly acquiesce to … Continue reading Starry, Starry Night