Sadly, the inspiration I sought for today's narrative topic wasn't behind door number 14 on the advent calendar. That's unless I decide to muster a yarn about a red-nosed reindeer indulging in a game of table tennis - A subject path that for many reasons I've quite frankly no inclination of embarking on. Consequently, I'm … Continue reading Christmas Day With Uncle Roger
Behind door number 13 of casa Strachan's advent calendar lays a throwaway self-penned topical headline. An epiphany manifesting from the recesses of my mind - A notion that this morning belligerently queue jumped to the forefront of my conscious thoughts. Unceremoniously displacing an idea I was forming about re-visiting incomplete literary projects of yore. These … Continue reading Time To Revisit The Eric Yarns?
"Welcome to the 21st century!" - A tongue-in-cheek text message received this morning from my twentysomething son Jonny. My offspring moved to send the quip on hearing I'd recently set myself up a WhatsApp account. Deeming myself as 'down with the kids', I pointed out to my boy his whimsical criticism was unjust. After all, … Continue reading The Things They Say
This morning I picked up some non-perishable comestibles, along with a smattering of non-food products, in preparation for the Christmas holiday period. Incidentally, I didn't just pick them up and proceed to walk/run out of Sainsburys with a security guard in hot pursuit - I also paid for the items. Not only is yours truly … Continue reading Preparation
Behind today's advent calendar door is another trip to St James' Hospital, this time for my wife's monthly oncology treatment. Yesterday's bone scan went without incident for the stoic Birtley lass; although the results won't be known for a week or so yet. Hearing I was yet again en route to a Leeds medical establishment, … Continue reading Blessed
I'm starting this second blog of the day while sitting in the Nuclear Medicine/PET CT waiting room of a Leeds Hospital. Awaiting the missus' return from a bone scan, my eyes are constantly drawn to an ornament of two pottery ducks who're co-joined at the beaks, which reside on a nearby table. I assume the … Continue reading Moon River
This morning I felt moved to say hello to TV broadcasting royalty Harry Gration, who was stood next to me in a coffee outlet queue in Burmantofts, Leeds. A greeting to which he politely responded in kind, prior to us wandered off on our own ways - Me childishly giddy that I'd briefly met the … Continue reading Starstruck