To Be Frank

“Satan had his companions, fellow-devils, to admire and encourage him; but I am solitary and abhorred.” – Frankenstein In these COVID-19 induced circumstances, this poetic quote expressing the extreme cruelty of existence tainted by complete loneliness and isolation, resonated with me. This notion manifesting from a mental health aspect; not from a personal perspective. After…

Trouble in Lapland?

Door sixteen of the advent calendar sits ajar. Consequently, Santa’s only eight days left to bark out further motivational banter to his reindeer ‘army’, prior to their gruelling twenty four hour shift dragging fat arse and his gift laden chariot around the globe. In preparation for an arduous night on the 24th December, Dasher, Dancer,…

Joke

Despite the misery of watching England rugby team capitulate in the World Cup Final against South Africa, for a brief period during the game I’d a wry grin on my face. This smirk a consequence of a ferocious clash between opposing prop forwards which evoked memories of a favourite anecdote relayed to me in the…

Counterfeit

I’m commencing this Sunday morning blog sustained by a comfort food breakfast of a cuppa and sausage sandwich. I didn’t get an opportunity to pen a narrative yesterday; a result of spending time in the company of with my brother Ian. Yours truly’s younger sibling my lifelong best buddy who I’d not seen for around…

Shine On Keith Moon

I’d my twice yearly dental check-up yesterday afternoon. After a disastrous start to the year health wise, an appointment where I’d factored in arriving ten minutes early, allowing time to update my medical history on the practise’s records. Predominantly to disclose the now lengthy list of medication I now consume on a daily basis. This not…

It’s Better Than Digging A Ditch

I vacuumed my car interior this afternoon. With the vehicle’s dark grey upholstery and vacuum cleaner nozzle ordinarily like ships that pass in the night, I’m unsure whether it was me or my trusty old Vauxhall Astra most surprised by this spontaneous act. “What’s the big deal, Strachan?!….. Removing dust and litter from the seats…

Tell It To The Birds

Thursday 24th May – Nesting within the ivy, Russian vine and clematis climbing my back garden fence are a family of blackbirds. As I’ve not seen a penny in rent for their residence on my land, I’m assuming my avian tenants have claimed squatters rights……. The cheeky gets! I’m assured by my wife Karen that…

Friday 13th – Part Two

Friday 13th April (Part 2) – To be clear, the title of this prose reflects the narrative is my second literary offering of the day. It isn’t to whet the appetite for an upcoming ‘late to the party’ review of the 1981 movie sequel portraying the deranged antics of Jason Voorhees. Voorhees, the man who…

Rackety Woodpecker

Friday 13th April – The thud of a carpet fitter undertaking his trade currently resonates around casa Strachan. Fingers crossed the fact his work is being carried out on Friday 13th won’t lead to bad fortune, such as him inadvertently fitting the underlay on top of the carpet, as opposed to vice versa I contemplated…