Sceptred Isle’s Soldier

Tomorrow sees the 100th anniversary of the end of the Great War (WWI). To mark this occasion today I've decided to take a break from the status quo and write a poem. A piece of prose addressing a fallen soldier from that conflict, referencing the irony of this centenary celebration's close proximity to seemingly fraught … Continue reading Sceptred Isle’s Soldier

Going Underground

Yesterday, for some unknown reason, an acquaintance asked my opinion on the apparent impasse over the UK's Brexit agreement. If he was asking from the position of respect for my political opinions, although misguided, I appreciated their trust in seeking my unreliable witterings. That being said, though, I hold no opinion on the subject. My … Continue reading Going Underground

The Last Ship

Friday 4th May - At school in 1970's Gateshead we were taught a song about the legend of the Lambton Worm - A tale surrounding the antics of a giant worm that folklore tells terrorised a Wearside village a few miles south of my parents Tyneside residence at that time. Yesterday, sitting in the Leeds … Continue reading The Last Ship

X Marks the Spot

"......When you meet a gent paying all kinds of rent For a flat that could flatten the Taj Mahal. Call it sad, call it funny. But it's better than even money That the guy's only doing it for some doll......" Song lyrics composed by American songwriter Frank Loesser in his eponymous refrain from the musical … Continue reading X Marks the Spot

Don’t Panic!

On the 23rd December Panic Saturday will be upon us. A recent inclusion in the festive calendar, I have it on good authority it's the moniker bestowed upon the last Saturday before Christmas Day. A godforsaken few hours in retail purgatory, that would be worthy of entry in a contemporary re-write of Dante's Inferno. An inclusion in … Continue reading Don’t Panic!

Thou Doth Protest Too Much

A morning dropping my wife at the train station, visiting the Leeds United ticket office and a trek down to the White Rose Shopping Centre, means another late start at commencing today's narrative. The journey to the train station was one of 'absolute joy', a consequence of local taxi drivers demonstrating about something or other. Their havoc causing strategy to deliberately … Continue reading Thou Doth Protest Too Much

All Roads Lead To Rome

An old geography teacher of mine once taught “All roads lead to Rome!” Who am I to disagree with Mr Hanson, but that’s not what my GPS (Sat Nav) is currently telling me. This amazing navigational device clearly highlights the road I’m currently on (B1237 York Ring Road) will lead me to the Monks Cross Shopping Centre, … Continue reading All Roads Lead To Rome