Bathed in autumnal sunshine, I drove along the M1 this morning heading towards South Leeds. As I approached junction 45 on my recreational jaunt, my mind randomly commenced pondering the naming process behind car glove compartments. After all, in half a century of travel I’ve never seen one pair of gloves in any vehicle in which I’ve journeyed. I…
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Super, Smashing, Great!
My neighbour, who for anonymity purposes I’ll give the alias Mike, kindly lent me his brown bin earlier to dispose of my excess garden rubbish. Luckily for me, as my bin was already choca-block with vine cuttings, he hadn’t utilised this receptacle for horticultural garbage recently. Due to it’s weight, wheeling the bin around to chez Strachan was a heck…
Ken Barlow’s Horse
As I write, I’m sat listening to Simon & Garfunkel’s Greatest Hits on YouTube taking a chilly Monday evening trip down memory lane. Recollections of 1970’s journeys, listening to the same album in my dad’s Ford Cortina, aimlessly roam my neurological corridors, soothing the soul. Plumped in an easy armchair by the dining room bay window, my normal aesthetically pleasing…