Scream If You Wanna Go Faster!

Yesterday morning I took my mum for her second COVID jab. With Maggie suffering a stroke not long after receipt of the initial vaccination, I raised questions regarding potential jeopardy levels from a subsequent injection. Fears calmed by assurances there’s more risk to the octogenarians’s health by declining the coronavirus countering serum. Consequently, as West…

An Unlikely Tale

I’ve just been unpacking a bulky new fridge which, when being shifted by GJ Strachan in isolation, felt so heavy and vast I wouldn’t have surprised me to learn it possessed it’s own zip code. Now unpacked and garage in situ, the huge silver coloured ‘construction’ now looking down on everything in its adjacent proximity….

Getting Reacquainted

Day three of housesitting my former marital home. As alluded to in Saturday’s monologue, initially the sixteen months I’ve spent away from this abode impaired my memory as to the storage location of numerous items. Thankfully, though, I’ve now re-acquainted myself with where pots, pans, glasses, tins and shower gel are housed. Yesterday, yours truly…

The Search Goes On

My search for a creative/content writing role continues apace…… Well, apace is probably exaggerating the prevailing verve in which GJ Strachan seeks a literary work role….. In fact, I recently learned a sloth beat me to a blogging role I’d applied for last week. In the sloths defence, even if I’d have got my application…

Same As The Old Boss

I’ve just been reminded by Mrs Strachan senior that our clocks go back in a few days….. Those bloody bailiffs never give us a break!…. Seriously, though, at the weekend 2020’s British Summer Time (BST) concludes when clocks turn back an hour. In chez Strachan these sixty minutes aren’t ordinarily utilised by augmenting my sleep longevity….

A First Restaurant Trip On Planet COVID

I’m taking my daughter Rachel for lunch today – Accompanied by her grandma (my mum), we’re venturing to a local Italian restaurant. Getting my mater to eat something which isn’t English fare is always a challenge. However, after assuring her the eatery will’ve something containing potatoes amongst it’s Mediterranean menu, I’ve persuaded my forebear to…

Grim & Grime

Unless scenic walks, queuing outside a supermarket, or standing in an empty shopping mall and cacophonously screaming “Aaaarrrggghhh!!” is your bag, under prevailing lockdown edicts entertainment rations outside of the home are indeed meagre. Even the chair of the Entertainment Rations Are Meagre Society (ERAMS), Clive Tyretread, who’s seen some pretty piss poor times during…

Literary Sojourn For Sunday

At the advent of this prose, an azure sky envelopes my West Yorkshire domain. Birdsong the only aural interjection of utter silence….. Oh, hold on, one of the neighbours has just started using his rotary saw. It’s an idiosyncratic way of cutting the lawn, but the appliance cost him a fortune so he aims to…

Fictional Foolery

Scene – A West Yorkshire detached house in West Yorkshire village. Like the majority of his global kin, a middle-aged man lives under house arrest in a cunning COVID-19 avoidance strategy. His neurosis so elevated he resolves not to exit his home until there’s a cure for the potentially fatal pathogen, or unless his local…