This morning, during a phone call with my mother, I was informed forecasters have predicted imminent adverse meteorological conditions in the north of England. Snow, high winds and risk of polar bear attack just some of the unpleasantness apparently heading our way I'm assuming her source is a weather forecasters, not a unreliable prophecy was … Continue reading Old Joe
Behind door number 13 of casa Strachan's advent calendar lays a throwaway self-penned topical headline. An epiphany manifesting from the recesses of my mind - A notion that this morning belligerently queue jumped to the forefront of my conscious thoughts. Unceremoniously displacing an idea I was forming about re-visiting incomplete literary projects of yore. These … Continue reading Time To Revisit The Eric Yarns?
Chez Strachan's Christmas tree was lovingly erected and decorated this morning. A real evergreen plant, it's transformed our front room into a fir scented scene of festive warmth. Imparting a smidgeon of yuletide cheer so desperately needed after a challenging few weeks for the clan, following the passing of my wife's mum a fortnight ago. … Continue reading O’ Christmas Tree
I was in the north east of England on Monday and Tuesday. While up there I took the opportunity to catch up with an old mate from Low Fell, Gateshead. A pal who, regardless of how many months since we last met, ensures our verbal jousting continues as though it'd been the previous Friday. A … Continue reading It’s Happy Hour Again!
"Welcome to the 21st century!" - A tongue-in-cheek text message received this morning from my twentysomething son Jonny. My offspring moved to send the quip on hearing I'd recently set myself up a WhatsApp account. Deeming myself as 'down with the kids', I pointed out to my boy his whimsical criticism was unjust. After all, … Continue reading The Things They Say
I'm starting this second blog of the day while sitting in the Nuclear Medicine/PET CT waiting room of a Leeds Hospital. Awaiting the missus' return from a bone scan, my eyes are constantly drawn to an ornament of two pottery ducks who're co-joined at the beaks, which reside on a nearby table. I assume the … Continue reading Moon River
This morning I felt moved to say hello to TV broadcasting royalty Harry Gration, who was stood next to me in a coffee outlet queue in Burmantofts, Leeds. A greeting to which he politely responded in kind, prior to us wandered off on our own ways - Me childishly giddy that I'd briefly met the … Continue reading Starstruck