Today, the sun looks down on me both figuratively and metaphorically. Not only are solar rays paying a welcome visit, but the gravy consequential from yesterday's confirmation of Leeds United as champions has reinvigorated my mood to a plateau not tarried for many a year. Euphoria's an infrequent visitor to GJ Strachan's over-analysing mind. For... Continue Reading →
Have You Seen That Stevie Wonder Tape, Dad?!
They say that money talks. Well, that may be the case, but I’d wager it wouldn’t get a word in edgewise with my mum. Someone once said of her that “she could talk until the cows come home!” As she never shuts up and we haven’t got any cows it is an analogy of unerring... Continue Reading →