I’m currently on a Virgin Train heading south. Due to the awkwardness of penning a blog on my phone, today’s will be a shortened offering. The reduced content format is necessitated as a lengthy monologue written on such a small keyboard is at best a real pain in the ass….. At worst an even bigger…
Month: November 2016
Shock Revelations
They say everyday is a school day. Folklore dictates that within every 24 hour period a minuscule, or maybe even a significant, piece of information will fill a previously empty knowledge void. This can happen at any time of day, apart from when your asleep (unless you receive subliminal messages during slumber). I don’t think…
Suburban Self-Restraint
My wife Karen attended a masquerade ball yesterday evening at a Leeds city centre hotel. It was an event organised by the charity Little Hiccups, raising funds to provide activity days for children with special needs. It was a night where she and friends adorned masks, ball gowns and a benevolent outlook, contributing towards the charities overall fundraising synergy….
In Pursuit Of A Hamster Called Bert
I’ve a busy day ahead. It starts with shooting my Christmas workout DVD late morning, followed by an afternoon meander around the retail establishments of our fair metropolis. I’m not overly fussed about the shopping as I’m just giving family and friends my Christmas fitness DVD as festive gifts. Irrespective of this, I’ve told my wife I’d accompany her…
Not For The Diary Intolerant
I treat these narratives as a sort of diary. The existential journal of a random middle aged northern man’s ups and downs. Capricious meanderings based on truth, but given a light hearted fictional spin to ameliorate days that in reality are pretty drab. Ordinarily, I attempt to avoid my diary becoming the type containing the covert sentimental prose sang…
Names Changed To Protect The Innocent
An over cautious approach by a family member, meant arriving considerably earlier than necessary for their hospital appointment this morning. I’m a big advocate of punctuality, organisation and planning; however arriving an hour early for your scheduled treatment is slight overkill in my book. Despite this though, my family member, who for the purposes of anonymity…
Wisteria Hysteria
There’s nothing more therapeutic than a visit to Roundhay Park, in North Leeds……. With this in mind, it’s just a shame that I’m sat at home watching ‘Homes Under the Hammer’ on TV. Saying that, though, a few days back my wife and I did undertake the 15 minute drive on the outer ring road to the aforementioned parkland. It was…
Do You Know The Frickley Score, Mate?
It took a while, but with perseverance, tenacity and a little pinch of pixie dust, I managed to get on The Cloud WIFI network at a local medical establishment this morning. It was a frustrating 30 minutes, however, I remained calm and collected throughout, only once reverting to the naughty word that rhymes with duck. My…
A Landmark of Sorts
This is the 500th blog I’ve penned since I set up my website writesaidfred.org nineteen months ago. It’s been a fulfilling journey where I’ve fought my demons with pen not sword. Battles where scars have been healed not opened further. I’ve not won the war, but I’m in better shape to achieve that goal than before my literary jaunt commenced….