With a little help from my virtual buddy Alexa, I’ve at last found a strategy which appears to partially counter my long-running and habitual sleep deprivation. This aide au sommeil being, on my command, sexy Lexxy emitting a calming heavy rainfall soundscape within yours truly’s bed chamber. Sounds aimed at, and thus far effectively, negating…
Tag: writing
A Stroll Down Quirky Lane
Taking advantage of a mild West Yorkshire weather, Tuesday afternoon saw this capricious northern Englishman take a leisurely stroll around the village. A local traipse bringing me into fleeting contact with fellow amblers, Shetland ponies and an idiosyncratic old man who, during our natter, claimed to’ve recently undergone an outer body experience whilst cooking his…
Back On The Horse
After a few months sabbatical from bi-weekly Zoom quiz nights with buddies from Gateshead, yesterday evening it was good to remount that inquisitorial challenge horse. Yours truly’s reasons for a hiatus not borne from diminished brio from previous attendance at these fun-filled clambakes. Moreover, GJ Strachan’s dark mood consequential of prevailing familial events during the…
A Huge Debt
Yesterday, in ‘celebration’ of reaching the third anniversary since suffering a heart attack, I relayed the first narrative written from my hospital bed post-cardio scare. With my gratitude to the skilled LGI cardiologist and his team still at the very forefront of my mind, today I enclose the words I penned following the heart procedure…
Three Years On!
Today marks the third anniversary of yours truly suffering a heart attack. Yes, a trinity of summers have now elapsed since GJ Strachan stood face to face with the Grim Reaper – An adversary who I mercifully dodged; allowing this capricious northern Englishman to live to write another day. Below is the first blog I…
Rod the Mod
I’d a strange dream overnight – This nighttime screenplay beginning with yours truly sitting in a dark theatre amongst hundreds of ex-work colleagues. The entertainment playing out during this night vision was provided by veteran singer/songwriter Rod Stewart, or Rod the Mod as people who call him Rod the Mod label him. As I’m totally…
Mischief
I’ve woken this morning with an audacious urge to walk down a busy high street, approach a complete stranger and enthusiastically offer the greeting “Hello there!… Fancy meeting you here!…. I bet you don’t remember me!” After they’d responded with a baffled “Errrrrr…… Errrrrrmmmm….. Sorry, no I don’t.”, I’d retort with a cold and unemotive…
Do I Want What?!…..
I’m unsure how the Facebook marketing algorithm targets which advertisements render onto my timeline, however, on the very off chance a member of the company is reading this, I’d respectfully suggest a wee parameter re-tweak to your selection mechanism. After all, among this weeks material hurdled carelessly in GJ Strachan’s direction have been adverts selling…
All About The Taste
Yesterday afternoon I cooked a homemade vegetable soup – A consommé so bland it led me to question the validity of the old adage ‘Too many cooks spoil the broth’. Yours truly concluding the culinary combo’s flavour to be so meagre that assistance from additional chefs couldn’t possibly have spoilt it anymore. To my mind…