Some days you just can’t resist looking through an egg timer! ......
Looking Through The Egg Timer
Where There’s Blame….
Yesterday saw coronavirus lockdown edicts relaxed further, allowing UK pubs/bars to re-open their doors to the public. A move, which for pathogen control purposes, places a huge social distancing onus upon citizens of this green and pleasant land. Looking at the picture below, to borrow from the inaugural line of a ballad written by Bread... Continue Reading →
New Month, Same Shizzle?!
This morning July took possession of the poisoned 2020 chalice from a brow beaten June. The departing month no doubt relieved to chuck this baton at its successor, accompanied with the very sternest cry of "Bloody good riddance!" With June's race now run, history will doubtless reflect upon its thirty day tenure with the animosity reserved... Continue Reading →
Brouhaha
Yesterday my Twitter timeline contained a query tweet asking those witnessing for one word to describe 2020 at this current juncture. Wanting to avoid cliched responses of locutions like 'unprecedented', 'COVID', 'lockdown' and 'coronavirus', yours truly plumped for 'brouhaha' as an apt descriptive for the last six months. Brouhaha, a wonderful three syllables, not to... Continue Reading →
Muddled Messages
As the UK government's lockdown edicts ease, I grow every more confused at exactly what us Brits can undertake without risk of censure. Muddled messages from on high flummoxing me more than at anytime since, apart from key workers, the populace's quarantining back in March. Footnote - When I say muddled messages from on high... Continue Reading →
Empty Days
There's a plethora of adaptations which the global family've been forced to embrace on planet COVID. Social distancing, lockdown, denial of meeting friends and family just a few undesired concessions necessitated by the pathogen. Consequential of this, it dawned on me how a section of these restrictive edicts have rendered worthless the need of diary... Continue Reading →
Dance Floor Bah T’at
I was intending to garden this afternoon. However, on this scorching day, my enthusiasm for the task disappeared along with the garden thermometer's mercury, after it overheated and blew its top. Consequently, as I write, my lawnmower loiters lonely and unloved in the garage, while yours truly lounges at a patio table shaded by parasol.... Continue Reading →
Taking A Sun Check
Tis a gradely day here in West Yorkshire. An oppressive heat affording opportunity for us Brits to indulge in our national sport of whinging about the weather. These meteorological clarion calls a year long pastime which, if segwayed into Olympic competition, the GB/NI squad would undoubtedly strike gold. Previously, I oft pondered why the same... Continue Reading →
It’s Official!
Two days ago, a friend gifted me a Fitbit health monitor watch. Consequently, I'll now be party to more informed statistical data relating to my daily fitness regime. Management information which'll confirm officially, if re-affirmation was required, that GJ Strachan currently undertakes absolutely sod all on the exercise front. My above paragraph not decrying this... Continue Reading →