In a move deserving of the word cliche, despite being firmly entrenched in my 50’s, I’m contemplating getting my first tattoo. An urge some will observe as an indication of a mid-life crisis; my desire to embrace body art at this juncture of the ageing process an attempt at reclaiming some semblance of youth. My accusers maybe not far from the mark, you certainly do evaluate your life more thoroughly […]
It’s my birthday. Without wishing to appear overly melodramatic, a landmark two recent medical afflictions nearly deprived me of. January’s cardiac arrest and a gastric haemorrhage earlier this month a duo of unwelcome life events that battered me physically, but thankfully thus far haven’t broken my mental spirit. Anyhow, enough of the morbid what might’ve beens, Strachan! It’s the anniversary of your birth, pen something positive, uplifting, humorous or thought-provoking; […]
I feel the earth move under my feet I feel the sky tumbling down I feel my heart start trembling Whenever you’re around A poetic verse from the pen of American song/writer Carole King. A divulgent proclamation starting her 1971 hit named after the first pentad of the lyric. Lexilogical meanderings overtly expressing to her beau the positive affect of his presence. Unashamedly romantic prose unlikely to feature in TV […]
Tuesday 29th May – This morning, I’ve revamped the look and feel of my website https://strachan.blog – A fiddly task where customising the site to my aesthetic requirements isn’t ordinarily achieved without significant trial and error. I liken the process to that of attempting to ‘wind up’ my adult children. That a strategy of antagonising them until they ‘bite’ at my mischievous jibes. Like the process for procuring the website […]
Wednesday 23rd May – I rarely attempt to pen a monologue around an epiphany of a blog heading. Ordinarily, the narrative title is the final element to the literary piece – Added after the selection of website categories and tags. Today, though, following an idea for a blog heading based on the Guy Ritchie movie titled Lock, Stock & Two Smoking Barrels, I thought I’d attempt to take a break […]
Sunday 20th May – Yesterday, chez Strachan’s lunchtime was graced with the presence of my son Jonny and his fiancée Jenny. Their arrival enhancing the already aesthetically pleasing late spring views bestowed by my modestly sized garden. A chromatic sight for my sleep deprived sore eyes. My boy greeted me with a hug and a chirpy “Alright, dad?” to which I responded “Yep ok, Jon.”…………… It wasn’t the most illuminating […]
Friday 18th May – Yesterday afternoon, during an odyssey to Leeds’ White Rose Shopping Centre, I mislaid the key fob adorning my car and house keys. If I’d have been a prison warden from nearby Armley Jail, who’d misplaced a key ring bearing cell keys for B Wing (or indeed any other cells), this laxness would have been a major incident – Possibly requiring the HM Prison to invoke disaster […]
