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Concessions

My redolent consort on this literary sojourn’s commencement is a tantalising bouquet of barbecued fare. At least one of the neighbourhood homes utilising the presence of solar rays to partake in […]
Concessions

Culinary Clover

Mustering enough brio to do anything today seems like an objective too far. Apart from writing, making my bed and collecting essential foodstuffs from a local store, the other chores […]

Cold Gravy

Sunday evening, my day at this juncture has incorporated writing the essay Decor Differences, hoeing the borders of the back garden, removing the deadwood from a clematis and cooking of […]
Cold Gravy

Burnt

In these times of logistical difficulties acquiring foodstuffs, compromises need to be made with regards meals/ingredients one craves. On occasion doing without a desired product altogether, or settle for smaller […]
Burnt

Oh, Gino

I commence this essay sitting in the Costa coffee shop within the Next building at The Springs Retail Park, Leeds; a recently built construction which also incorporates a Gino D’Acampo*** […]
Oh, Gino

An Essay, I Say

Lethargy is today’s watchword for GJ Strachan. Feeling like he’s undergone an energy suction procedure, the vitality felt in recent days following a break with long term buddies currently evades him. […]
An Essay, I Say

Self-Sufficiency in the Suburbs

With a view to creating a herb/salad garden, yesterday I bought some edible plants from the garden centre. Well, if truth be told, I intend to create a couple of […]

The Paranoid Pork Seller

“Contentment is an achievable Holy Grail, Gary……. Disenchantment, though, can only be consequential from bearing aspirations of eternal serenity. They’re the notions of fatuousness that’ll lead to inevitable disappointment, corrosion […]
The Paranoid Pork Seller