A sojourn to Junction 32 Retail Outlet at Castleford was this mornings little adventure for GJ Strachan. It was a productive trip for the northern Englishman, during which he purchased Christmas cards, a couple of yuletide gifts and made the maverick decision to henceforth write about himself in the third person…… Well in this narrative anyway!…
Tag: inspiration
You Could Have Parked There, Gary!
The overwhelming feelings of anger and frustration I felt between my father’s passing and his funeral thankfully abated last week. I’m unsure what the catalyst was for this new found tranquillity, but it feels like my old man is perched on my shoulder advocating “Calm down, Gary! Anger is a futile emotion…… Oh, and can you put the Irish Lottery…
Seeking the Spark
On occasion the hardest thing I find when penning a blog is selecting a narrative subject. That short period of time when I tenaciously seek a topic which’ll elicit between 500 – 700 of prose onto the blank page in front of me. Seeing I was creatively barren this morning, my wife Karen suggested I write about existentialised nimbolic…
Scott and the Scot
Treating my recently wax cleared lugs to the R&B anthems of Aberdonian singer Emeli Sande, I had a night out yesterday evening at the first direct arena in Leeds. To clarify, spelling first direct without capitals and in bold text isn’t a misprint, it’s the brand spelling. Knowledge I’m privileged to as one of my personalities worked there…
Literary Distraction
I’ve decided to pen a supplementary narrative today. The driver behind this atypical decision being my personal requirement of the sanctuary I find in the company of pen and paper. A consequence of a close family member recently receiving devastating, although not completely unexpected, news regarding a medical related matter. I’m not going into details of this news via the medium of blogging. What I…
Is That Really Chris Rea’s Cousin?
During this mornings car journey to East Ardsley, the car radio treat me (and many others) to Chris Rea performing a live piano version of his 1985 hit Stainsby Girls. Exhibiting his distinctive gruff vocals and displaying pianist skills that usurped late comedian Les Dawson, the song took to an altogether higher plateau of listenability than his original rock…
A Trilby & Smoke Rings
The falling leaves Drift by the window The autumn leaves Of red and gold……… Those inaugural words of Frank Sinatra’s lament Autumn Leaves resonate around my neurological corridors this morning. Despite it’s melancholic undertones, it’s a welcome guest; although it could have brought cake, the tight get! I’m unsure why the first verse of a underplayed…
A Kick in the Orbs of Atrocity
On Friday evening I was in situ at first direct arena, Leeds, with my wee Durham born spouse. The purpose behind our saunter to the state of the art music venue was to witness a gig by American singer/songwriter John Legend, My wife Karen endearingly refers to the slick soul singer as John Legen; apparently unable to suffix his name…
A Decent Descent
Yesterday evening while scoured the enlightening world of social media, I was surprised by a post I spotted from my daughter Rachel, who’s currently residing in Canada. In the brief message she informed followers that she’d shortly be jumping out of a plane. A number of thoughts raced through my neurological corridors on viewing my offspring’s short post. Firstly, I…