Put The Telly On, Gazza

Walking Coco along the village’s Main Street yesterday morning, yours truly witnessed a parked car outside of the local school which, from the way it’d mounted the pavement, I assumed was pulled over by a parent who was up against time. As my lab/retriever sniffed inquisitively at an adjacent garden wall, seeing this vehicle, with…

An Overnight Ordeal

I’d a fractured slumber overnight; my disrupted sleep pattern proving as erratic as Mr Magoo’s driving skills. Falling asleep at 9pm, during an episode of Netflix drama ‘Unbelievable’, I woke around 12.40am disorientated, wondering why I was wearing a Scooby Doo fancy dress outfit. Footnote – A fractured slumber isn’t to be confused with a…

Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Looking Peaky

“Every exit is an entry somewhere else.” -Tom Stoppard The Czech-born British playwright philosophising about the need to remain positive and prepare for alternative opportunities when life deals you a rum hand. The former child refugee, whose family fled Czechoslovakia when he was a boy to avoid imminent Nazi occupation, also highlighting useful information from…

The Wardrobe

This morning, county folk of West Yorkshire prised open still weary eyes to a visual canvas of snow. To be clear, the scenes of which I write were the outdoor view from the populous’ bedroom windows, not that people had woke to a sleeping chamber full of the cold, white stuff….. Unless, of course, they’d…

Walk of Life

Not that I’m complaining, but post-angioplasty I’m unable to drive my car*** for a week. A situation I deem as a mere minor inconvenience, hopefully contributing to a calmer, more reflective lifestyle, which of late has burgeoned with significantly more drama than I’d prefer. The GJ Strachan soap opera current plot lines proving quite a…

Long Live The King!!

It’s another humid day in the West Yorkshire metropolis I affectionately call home. For the third occasion this week, I’m penning my daily narrative at a coffee house within the White Rose Shopping Centre (WRSC) located south of the city. Once again, the audio companions to my penmanship are the muffled conversations of Costa customers…

1970’s Pop Procurement

The Alpine pop man – For decades an extinct species akin to the dodo, Spangles and an inspirational politician. Sadly, no longer cheering up the homo sapien fledgling young with his bottled soft beverages; drinks whose sugar content was so high just pouring it from the bottle started the process of tooth rot. His crates…

Scoop Horsley

On several occasions I’ve penned about my teenage/early 20’s cricketing days while playing at Gateshead Fell cricket club (GFCC). Examples of which can be read in the narratives GFCC Juniors – Class of ’80, Unreliable Tales From The Pavilion, The Crowd Went Wild! Among these literary recollections I wrote fondly of the treble-winning GFCC under-18 team of 1980,…

Wrath of the Andromites

Behind today’s door number two on the Strachan advent calendar I was greeted by the souls of the oppressed. Although affable enough considering the terrible suffering they’ve endured, I’m starting to have misgivings about buying Torture magazine’s*** festive calendar. Yesterday’s bestowals behind door number one were the Fingernails of No Return; which is a shame…