An Unlikely Tale

I’ve just been unpacking a bulky new fridge which, when being shifted by GJ Strachan in isolation, felt so heavy and vast I wouldn’t have surprised me to learn it possessed it’s own zip code. Now unpacked and garage in situ, the huge silver coloured ‘construction’ now looking down on everything in its adjacent proximity….

Your Sartre For Ten

Under current COVID-19 restrictions, the cliche of everyday being Groundhog Day has been mooted frequently. However this week, on 2nd February, marks the actual Groundhog Day. An occasion citizen’s of Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania, observe the behaviour of local groundhogs as they emerge from their burrows. In particular their reactions to that day’s meteorological conditions. Folklore decreeing:-…

An Intervention Required?

This morning, on unceremoniously dragged myself from my pit, yours truly resolved to uphold yesterday’s promise in the blog A Splinter of Ice. Notions where I spoke of upping my journalist game; this decision taken in order to grow as a writer – Subsequently creating more upmarket, intelligent prose. My aspiration to veer from my…

Making Hay While The Sun Shines

Yesterday afternoon, a wintertide sun paid an brief visit to the white rose county. As with the super trouper in the 1970’s ABBA song, the solar ray beams were blinding. Borrowing further from the Scandinavian refrain, I didn’t feel blue, like I always do, cos somewhere in the crowd was you. By you, I’m referring…

Restoration of Faith

Over recent years, a melting pot of stark existential episodes have seriously diminished my faith in a higher power. These seemingly endless imposters dinting my belief in a holy trinity and, after a series of poor performances, rugby team Wakefield Trinity. Although my dad wasn’t religious, my mum brought my siblings and me up to…

The Crowd Went Wilde

“Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.” – Oscar Wilde Unless the Dublin-born playwright had the unlikely powers of prophecy, the mask referred to in his advocacy above was clearly not relating to 21st century COVID-19 risk mitigation. However, witnessing…

Just Sing!

In the face of national lockdown, members of the Italian populace are congregating from the safety of their own residential balconies, to partake in impromptu sing-a-longs. These contemporary operatic pastiches designed to raise the flagging spirits of those enduring enforced hermitism. Scenes showing, akin to many 19th century opera storylines written by their compatriots Giuseppe…

Birthday Prose To Offspring

Twenty six years ago tomorrow, in a Bedfordshire hospital maternity ward, my second offspring made a surprise appearance. To clarify, when I say surprise I’m referring to the fact my new-born daughter Rachel was born a week early – Not my wife Karen hadn’t realised she was pregnant. An observation I can relay with certainty…

Dante’s Inferno – 2019

In my attempts to dodge situations adding strain on my still recovering cardio system I’m currently striving to avoid TV news bulletins. An approach purposely taken to evade the journalistic millstones capable of dragging even the most positive individuals (of which I’m not one) into a pit of despair. Stories that transport you from the…