In middle-age’s wake arrives ne’er before experienced brio while undertaking activities which, prior to reaching that juncture, would’ve been deemed utterly tedious. To borrow from an old adage, these existential episodes which previously one wouldn’t have seen dead undertaking. Despite using the term above, I’m never comfortable utilising the expression prefixed by ‘I wouldn’t be…
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Putting Out Fires With Gasoline
Over the past two evenings I’ve lit two chiminea fires. Occasions where I’d sat contentedly adjacent to the pyre, while warmth from the blaze warmed my short clad legs and cockles of my heart…… Or should that be warmed the heartles of my…….. Ok, ok, stop that right now, Strachan! There’s fewer endorphin boosting redolences…
Reverence
For the third Father’s Day on the trot, it’s with tempered melancholy I’m unable to bestow the oft predictable trinkets I’d gift my dad on this day. Expressions whose value bore much more affectionate value than monetary, however, without exception thoroughly appreciated by my forebear. A habitual bottle of Chilean merlot and recently released musical…
Literary Riffing
“You’re too thin, Bethany!” Yours truly’s soundscape as I commence this chronicle. Well, that’s what the coo of a nearby wood pigeon appears to be announcing in the direction of another Columbidae; perhaps suggesting they’ve an eating disorder they ought to address. Of course, that’s purely my interpretation of the bird’s cry. From the wood pigeons…
Two By Two
Battleship grey of hue, the West Yorkshire skies are as dark and satanic as the mills articled in poet William Blake’s prose. Despite it being 9.30am, I’m chronicling these words illuminated by two lamps; beacons whose shift at this calendar juncture ordinarily doesn’t commence until around 9.30pm. I’m no meteorologist, but I’d suggest today’s cloud…
Hangover
I woke this morning with the light headed sensation consequential of an evening of over imbibing vino. Yesterday evening, the alcohol infused fruit of the grape bearing such piquancy it gravitated me towards irresponsible Pinot Grigio consumption. Like a mermaid beckoning sailors to run aground upon a clandestine rock, this evil outcome from viticulture luring…
Tattoo Or No Tattoo; That Is The Question!
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…
Got There….. Just!
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…
Beautiful
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…