During a quiet period yesterday, I pondered what’d constitute a good topic for a new writing project, along with what pen name I’d utilise should I wish to afford myself author anonymity. After deliberation, yours truly decided it might be fun to employ the pen name Goose Gingrich for my newly spawned idea of a…
Tag: prose
A Reassuring Bulletin
I’ve just received an email advising me the COVID-19 test I took yesterday morning, akin to my general outlook on life, turned out to be negative. To clarify, this communication from the NHS COVID-19 team didn’t comment on my negative existential outlook – That bit was added by yours truly to add whimsy. I don’t…
Desperately Seeking Kudos
My mum’s dementia induced episodes continue apace. Not that I should be overly surprised by that cognitive landscape – After all, this mentally degenerative disease will only further rob her of analytical wherewithal; the question is merely how quickly the condition worsens. It’s not as though this life ruining cur will one day get bored…
Only Tools &……
Upon departing my marital home in late 2019, wanting to avoid my estranged wife being bereft of DIY utensils I left my existing set for her to use going forward. Consequently meaning I’d cause to procure a brand new toolkit. Not unsurprisingly, she didn’t thank me for this benevolence, Instead, in a fit of trademark…
Justifying The Apathy
It’s 1.31pm on Sunday 18th July and I feel moved to commence a second narrative of the day. I’m unsure why I’ve chosen to pen this rare daily sequel; after all, as it stands I’ve nothing really to report. Well, apart from nearly hacking the end of my thumb off with a cheese slicer while…
Night Skating
It’s 6.30am on a Saturday morning and I’ve just woken from the bizarre dream sequence which played out during slumber. This offbeat night vision’s plot line including involvement in a game of ice hockey while awaiting my car to be repaired at an adjacent garage. As these scenes manifested, I don’t know what surprised me…
“Esther”
At 4.45am this morning, unable to sleep, I stumbled upon and watched a YouTube clip containing an amalgam of opening titles from a 1970’s/80’s BBC magazine show called ‘Nationwide’ (NW). To clarify, this unlikely video vignette landed randomly onto my Facebook timeline. I’d not idiosyncratically googled this compilation during arbitrary nostalgic pangs to witness opening…
Lavender
A fragrant redolence of lavender accompanies me while penning today’s literary output in Mally’s Bar (the garden patio area I’ve named after my late father) . Its source, you’ll be unamazed to learn, a lavender bush situated around two feet to my left. This pleasant bouquet soon to be enhanced further by six (soon to…
Without A Thought
Like a weeping trench foot infection, this Sunday a less salubrious side of my nations social zeitgeist oozed toxically during England failure to secure the Euro 2020 trophy. Supporters behaviour providing evidence, if any were needed, of the ‘without thought for others’ culture flowing through a section of misguided Englanders veins. Before proceeding yours truly…