"Hope is itself a species of happiness, and, perhaps, the chief happiness the world affords." Samuel Johnson The above proffering from acclaimed 18th century scholar Doctor Johnson, whose grasp of the English language is mooted by many, including my colonic irrigation therapist Niahm, to've been unsurpassed for over 250 years. Despite his amazing insight into... Continue Reading →
212 Tinpot Avenue
Yesterday afternoon I found myself in central Leeds, ensconced among the Trinity Shopping Centre's aesthetically pleasing amalgam of contemporary and Georgian architecture...... As I'd only ventured out of the house to get my screwdriver set from the garage, a situation I'd unexpectedly found myself in. Seriously, though, GJ Strachan's afternoon was spent in our Metropolis's... Continue Reading →