The Myopic Pickpocket

Recently, my reading sight has diminishing to the extent that in darker lit environments I require sight augmentation from a pair of specs. This scenario applying even when I'm wearing contacts to correct my distance sight - Lenses which until recently had provided adequate magnification for close-up work. Subsequently, now when I leave the house … Continue reading The Myopic Pickpocket

212 Tinpot Avenue

Yesterday afternoon I found myself in central Leeds, ensconced among the Trinity Shopping Centre's aesthetically pleasing amalgam of contemporary and Georgian architecture...... As I'd only ventured out of the house to get my screwdriver set from the garage, a situation I'd unexpectedly found myself in. Seriously, though, GJ Strachan's afternoon was spent in our Metropolis's … Continue reading 212 Tinpot Avenue

Maggie Anne, Tin Can

Now Delaney had a donkey that everyone admired Temporarily lazy and permanently tired A leg at every corner balancing his head And a tail to let you know which end he wanted to be fed...... Introductory lines of a traditional Irish folk song that late entertainer Val Doonican jokingly credited with turning him into an … Continue reading Maggie Anne, Tin Can

Sunday Sojourn

The sound of the dog snoring and a sight of my wife online shopping. Just two activities I wouldn't mention should our Austrian governess ask my six siblings and me to musically disclose our favourite things. As I embark on this narrative, though, they're the current sights/sounds accompanying yours truly. Unwanted distractions on this odyssey … Continue reading Sunday Sojourn

Isolation of the Lambs

According to viking legend, mares eat oats and does eat oats and little lambs eat ivy, a kid'll eat ivy too, wouldn't you?...... Or was that the advocacy of songwriters Milton Drake, Al Hoffman and Jerry Livingston?...... I best research that before posting. Anyhow, regardless of who came up with the adage, on a writing … Continue reading Isolation of the Lambs

If You Can’t See My Mirrors……

Early this week, on departing the M1 at junction 46*** I was close enough to the cargo lorry in front to read it's warning of 'If you can't see my mirrors I can't see you'. A message I felt moved to idiosyncratically add as a mission statement on my Facebook profile. Doing so in the … Continue reading If You Can’t See My Mirrors……

A Nice To Know

This afternoon I ventured west to Morley, the market town on the south west periphery of Leeds, West Yorkshire. It's town hall, a grade 1 listed building constructed in 1885, apparently bears a strong resemblance to Bolton Town Hall. Knowledge I've recently acquired thanks to a rather random Wikipedia snippet I read a few minutes … Continue reading A Nice To Know