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Surreal Storyboards

Ordinarily, I don’t take my iPod when I go out for a wander. A reticence born from fears about ‘treating’ passers-by to over enthusiastic singing along with a Coldplay song, or whistling the brass section notes of a Phil Collins track from the album Face Value. Today, though, I took […]

March, Spring Altogether

I can’t believe the month of March is already upon us. We are now 1/6 of the way through the journey that is 2017. A relatively painless trip so far, apart from having to turn back home in January after Karen had inadvertently left the immersion on. As the cliché goes […]

Tale As Old As Time

Tale as old as time True as it can be Barely even friends Then somebody bends Unexpectedly Words from a lament in Disney’s movie Beauty & The Beast, accompanying scenes of thawing of the Beast’s ill tempered behaviour; softened by the charms of enticing French girl Belle. The increase in warmth towards his guest, enhanced by her absence of […]

A Foggy Day In Washington Town

In the The Jam’s 1980 track Going Underground, song writer Paul Weller wrote:- You’ve made your bed, you’d better lie in it You choose your leaders and place your trust As their lies wash you down and their promises rust You’ll see kidney machines replaced by rockets and guns And […]

To My Mother, My Dog & Clowns

I’ve been concerned about my wife’s health today. She’s appeared jaded, of impaired mobility and exhibited a grey pallor around the gills. Her poorly look led me to thoughtfully (I thought) suggest she leave the pile of ironing she is vainly striving to conquer.  I recommended she sit down and […]

The Poor Man’s Alexa

This morning my wife and I had a sojourn west to the White Rose Shopping Centre (WR). It was an edifying venture to the premier retail mall in South Leeds (source – ). It was at this retail utopia that, amongst other things, I inadvertently learnt the meaning of […]

Two Celtic Laments

Shortly before the festive period, my parents won a large joint of beef in their local Conservative club Christmas draw. It was only second prize, but they deemed it preferable to the first prize of tinsel wrapped souls of the working class. I had the honour of being present at my mater and […]

Is That David Attenborough, Gaz?

According to my chums at Facebook, twelve months ago today I penned a narrative about my childhood Alpine pop man being a doppelganger of TV naturalist David Attenborough. Before I go further, I want to clarify that it’s a young David Attenborough I’m talking about here. Our soda pop deliveries […]

Owling In The Aisles

Yesterday, I spent a few cordial hours in the south west of our bustling metropolis when I visited the White Rose Shopping Centre. I didn’t venture there with any agenda other than the provision of a lift for family members, resulting in spending most of my time dans les magasins dawdling aimlessly amongst the aisles. […]