As I'm unable to drive until Friday, this morning my mum cadged a lift from family friend Jo to visit yours truly, her eldest offspring. No doubt frightened she's been missing out on something in the week and a bit since I last saw her, on arrival the old lady interrogated me at length about … Continue reading Bridge Over The River Aire
I'm safely ensconced back in chez Strachan after a incident free journey back from Bedfordshire, where I'd resided for the last two evenings. My chauffeur, the one and only TW Brown (Bill) of County Durham manor, dropping me off prior to an onward journey to Sunderland. The amicable Mackem providing the 'entertainment' on the return … Continue reading Wor Horse
I'm trying to write this offering in the front room of my buddy Alan's Bedfordshire home. With the background chatter of Alan and another mate Bill, I'm finding it hard to focus on the literary job in hand. Concentration levels that've diminished further when during my inadvertent eavesdropping I heard a stunning revelation that Bill … Continue reading The Great Mackem Bake-Off
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 212 Tinpot Avenue
Like many with a penchant for putting pen to paper, I often use artistic license in my prose. Fictional elements included aimed at incorporating humour, or merely to enhance the readworthiness of a otherwise dull anecdote. Additions required when GJ Strachan's cascading of his monochrome lifestyle needs a dash of colour. It's fair to say, … Continue reading License Not Always Required
In the early 1990's, I became an avid listener of an early evening Saturday radio show conceived by BBC Radio Five (later Five Live), which was fronted by a chirpy, motormouth Londoner named Danny Baker. An audio nugget I stumbled across by accident. This a consequence of leaving the radio broadcasting when Sports Report's concluded … Continue reading No Message Taken, Again
Perching my posterior on a dining chair ready to commence today's prose, the whirring of power tools are my uninvited audio companion. This din not a consequence of my wife's new addiction to the Sky Pneumatic Drill channel on cable TV. No, this audible intrusion the result of my neighbour's ongoing conversion...... Thankfully, Karen only … Continue reading Unachievable Aspirations?