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
Like many with a penchant for putting pen to paper, I often use artistic license in my prose. Fictional elements included aimed at incorporating humour, or merely to enhance the readworthiness of a otherwise dull anecdote. Additions required when GJ Strachan's cascading of his monochrome lifestyle needs a dash of colour. It's fair to say, … Continue reading License Not Always Required
There's few things that rankle with a Yorkshireman more than defeat by sports teams representing the House of Lancaster. Witnessing Lancastrian 'troops' returning west over the Pennine Hills with a battle victory lodges in their trachea like a carelessly swallowed wish bone. Yesterday evening was a perfect example of this disenchantment by players and supporters … Continue reading In the Emerald’s Shadow
Yesterday afternoon, as my wife and me slowly ambled up Calverley Street towards our destination of Leeds Museum, she pointed out this was her inaugural tour of the building housing our city's historical artefacts. "It's not mine. I've never been before!" I joked weakly. She smiled disingenuously, called me an idiot for what definitely wasn't the … Continue reading What’s The Story?
I had a odyssey over to Cheshire yesterday to retrieve my mother from my sister Helen's home - A locale where she'd been residing for a week or so. From my understanding, mum's mission to the other side of the Pennines was to stop our Helen and husband Steve from eating flavoursome cuisine, whine about … Continue reading Walking Among The Destined
"......When you meet a gent paying all kinds of rent For a flat that could flatten the Taj Mahal. Call it sad, call it funny. But it's better than even money That the guy's only doing it for some doll......" Song lyrics composed by American songwriter Frank Loesser in his eponymous refrain from the musical … Continue reading X Marks the Spot
John Maxwell Edmonds won't be too familiar a name to most people. Despite this, some of the English classicist’s compositions will be instantly recognisable to millions around the world. In particular around this time of year, when we remember our fallen in worldwide services of remembrance. The Stroud born poet is celebrated for his moving … Continue reading Giving Their Today