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 pater's residence during the December delivery of... Continue Reading →
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 weren’t undertaken by a man... Continue Reading →
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. For a brief period, I... Continue Reading →
Dreaming of a Walter White Christmas
I didn't watch much TV over the recently departed festive period. A paucity of broadcasting that would 'float my boat', such as a Breaking Bad Christmas special, meant the gogglebox and I were predominantly estranged over Yuletide and New Years. A Breaking Bad Christmas special, with Santa suit clad Walter White and Jesse Pinkerman crooning... Continue Reading →
Sleep – Not A Right, A Privilege?
The levels of my overnight sporadic insomnia hit new heights at 2am this morning. Leaving my slumber at that time, I spent the next hour and a half writing a blog instead of the ordinarily prudent option of attempting to return to the Land of Nod. Laid in bed with my iPad, those ninety minutes... Continue Reading →
Distractions of the Random Mind
As uninvited daily intruders that add little to our existence, unsought distractions have an ever increasing influence on my capriciousness. This can be in the form of an untimely phone call from Geraldine Thompson in Mumbai offering to get me compensation for my recent accident (which I didn't have). Or a phishing email asking me... Continue Reading →
Wherever You Lay Your Hat
Yesterday morning there was a serendipitous start to the day for my wee wife of County Durham descent. Regular protestations of her poor luck at prize winning were finally proved unfounded, when she was one of the lucky names pulled out of the hat in a local radio competition. She wasn’t successful in scooping the... Continue Reading →
Life In The Fastidious Lane
Well the festive season is all over bar the shouting, which we shouldn't have too long to wait for. That will most likely commence later this afternoon when Karen finds out I've inadvertently deleted her Christmas Day recording of TV drama Call The Midwife...... Never mind, I'm sure she'll be able to find it on BBC... Continue Reading →