Part of our yesterday's celebrations for Mrs S's birthday were a cocktail at the Liquorist bar on Greek Street, along with lunch at Gino D'Campo's restaurant on Park Row, Leeds. For the latter we were joined by our son Jonny and his fiancée Jenny. Sitting outside the cocktail bar beneath the midday solar rays, my … Continue reading Celebration in the City
For the first time in twenty eight years, Christmas Day in the Strachan home will be bereft of voices other than mine and that of my spouse, Karen. This situation not a consequence of a planned 24-hour sponsored family yuletide silence; an event which the missus and me had stubbornly refuse to participate in. Moreover, the fact that neither of our … Continue reading Sshh, Be Vewy, Vewy Quiet….
I made a vegetarian pasta dish for the family tea tonight. Incidentally, despite finding the meal more than palatable, I want to be clear this isn't the start of yours truly embracing vegetarianism. To completely cut out the consumption of carnivorous cuisine would currently be too big a shift of my eating habits...... Blimey, I … Continue reading In A State Of Veg Rotation
I wrote yesterday of the first part of a trip I undertook with friends in the Yorkshire Dales at the weekend. It was a tale of inclement weather, trekking, camaraderie, wine gums and the skillful use of the word juxtaposition in paragraph eleven. Today I intend to try paint a picture of the remainder of … Continue reading In The Shadow Of The Viaduct