Gary Catures – 20
Finding Verve In The Mundane
In middle-age's wake arrives ne'er before experienced brio while undertaking activities which, prior to reaching that juncture, would've been deemed utterly tedious. To borrow from an old adage, these existential episodes which previously one wouldn't have seen dead undertaking. Despite using the term above, I'm never comfortable utilising the expression prefixed by 'I wouldn't be... Continue Reading →
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 the radical step of accompanying... Continue Reading →
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 ‘Time flies’....... Except on a... Continue Reading →
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 fear at his grotesque visage,... Continue Reading →
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 the public wants what the... Continue Reading →
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 relax in an attempt to... Continue Reading →
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 - fictionalsoundbites.com ). It was at this retail utopia that, amongst other things, I inadvertently learnt the meaning of the word edifying during a... Continue Reading →