I’ve been to my GP's surgery this morning to pick up a prescription. Admittedly it's not news that will make the national or local TV news. Although it might make the local paper behind tales of stolen pushbikes and Mrs Tatton's cat being neutered. . To clarify, I’ve not been prescribed drugs for a serious complaint. I've merely been recommended a cosmetic medication which assists numerous men... Continue Reading →
Cushty
I encountered a new experience in movie watching on Saturday afternoon, when my wife and I ventured to the Everyman cinema in Leeds city centre, where we took in the movie La La Land. The novel occurrence to which I refer wasn’t taking my wife out (although it is fairly rare), or the fact I didn’t... Continue Reading →
An Easy Choice
In a rare act of spontaneity, my wife and I had an impulsive drive to Roundhay Park this afternoon. The trip a result of the midday spousal question of “What do you fancy doing this afternoon?...... Either a trip to Roundhay Park, or watching Find You A House that Isn’t Shite on the Reality channel, followed by Judge Rinder.” I don’t... Continue Reading →
A Case In Point
A few days ago we had a family outing to the White Rose (WR) Shopping Centre in Leeds. I realise it wouldn't be most families day out of choice, however with Alton Towers closed and our conference call to the Samaritans concluded, it seemed a suitable distraction. We ventured to the out of town shopping... Continue Reading →
Business As Usual
As I mentioned yesterday, the Strachan abode is currently being graced by a captivating house guest of the canine variety. When I arrived at the breakfast table this morning, there was no sign of the little lady. On asking my wife of her whereabouts, she responded “She’s in the back garden doing her business.” Being unsure of what... Continue Reading →
Opera – Compositions, Conducting & Consumption
The all knowing master of social media Facebook has just reminded me that two years ago today I received a ticket for The Marriage of Figaro. This news stirred fond recollections of my upbeat mood upon the vouchers receipt twenty four months ago...... After all, you can’t beat a good wedding, can you? I had chosen to take in this production after relishing... Continue Reading →
Spray Tan for Corbyn?
Recently sustained by my normal breakfast of choice, marmite on two slices of Kingsmill wholemeal toast, I feel re-energised as I sit down to commence todays narrative. Will my creative juices fulfil me as much of the juices of the orange drink that accompanied the toasted bread? Only time will tell. Of late, I’ve set myself a challenge of writing... Continue Reading →
Don’t Leave Me ‘arold!
The purge of my hoarding spoils continued apace yesterday, when the understair cupboard was the victim/recipient (delete where applicable) of a Strachan de-clutter. For a while every time we opened the cupboard door a pile of books, old personal organisers, printer ink packages and shoes spill out onto the living room floor, making this a much... Continue Reading →
French Fleece Philosophy
Respected French philosopher Aidan Le Torche said of the weather “If it’s cold wear a coat. If it’s warm don’t wear a coat. If it’s mild wear a fleece, but not the grey one as it needs a wash." It wasn’t the most thought provoking or inspiring piece of philosophy ever written. However, if employed... Continue Reading →