It’s pretty quiet within the hallways and chambers of chez Strachan as I write. Apart from sporadic creaking of French … More
Tag: prose
Traditions
I spent the predominant period of my weekend a few miles away in West Yorkshire’s Gawthorpe village; located on Ossett’s … More
The S**t Shop
Individuals who know me will vouch, when it comes to what makes me laugh, I’m sporadically liable to regress back … More
Fire!!
At around midday yesterday, having just fit two solar lights in my buddy Sarah’s garden, I picked up her nine … More
Good?
It’s Good Friday – A time when christians around the globe congregate to mark the crucifixion of Christ. The son … More
Dabbling In Verse
A few years ago yours truly embarked on an exercise of broadening my literary horizons by dabbling with scribing poetry. … More
An Eighteen Wheeler
On Saturday afternoon I’d a re-occurrence of lower back issues which dog me from time to time. I’m unaware of … More
They Don’t Write Themselves
One of the sternest challenges when writing a daily blog is unearthing a narrative’s subject matter. Consequently, it’s not unusual … More
Mischief
I’ve woken this morning with an audacious urge to walk down a busy high street, approach a complete stranger and … More