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Month: December 2018

Annus Mixed Fortunesius

I’ve decided to undertake an easier literary route with writesaidfred.org’s final posting of 2018. Taking a lead from various media channels at this time of year, I’m going to look […]

1970’s Hogmanays at Chez Strachan

Ordinarily, these days I don’t normally over-indulge with the New Years Eve celebrations. A situation very different to my parents during my formative years, when my family welcomed the dawn […]

Holding Back The Waves

Mercifully, this morning I feel in significantly better health than yesterday when I turned in at 8.30pm. A time when loosening catarrh caused my nose to stream so extravagantly I […]

The Snagged Marlin

There’s an old adage that ‘pride comes before a fall’ – A musing from folklore which yesterday I witnessed come to fruition. This incident played out when a friend downed […]

Santa Stalking

Christmas Eve 2018 – According to an app on my smart phone, Santa Claus is currently zooming on his sleigh over the Middle East. In a fairly unremarkable coincidence, the […]

Desert Island Flicks

Being on my tod at the moment, while my wife is supporting her recently widowed pater, I’ve plenty of time to mull over the fineries of our existence. These epiphanies […]

Stating The Obvious

Yesterday I was the recipient of a scented candle Christmas gift. When ignited, this wax fragrance enhancer apparently emits an odour of wild mint. A welcome change from the usual […]

The Luckier I Get?

Yesterday afternoon I spent quite some time creating three seperate books in readiness for self-publication. These tomes bearing narratives I wrote at various points during 2015; prose not previously incorporated […]
The Luckier I Get?

Fire Up The DeLorean, Marty!

For the first time since childhood, this morning I’d cause to utilise Germolene antiseptic cream. I’ll openly admit it not the most interesting minutiae you’ll hear today. However, I felt […]

Creatures of Habit

A trip to the White Rose Shopping Centre in Leeds lays behind door number 18 of the Strachan advent calendar. A sojourn I’ll be embarking on with my trusty wingman […]

Maggie’s Tree

Following yesterday’s efforts by her attention-seeking elder son, Mrs Strachan senior’s Christmas tree now stands imposingly in the front room bay window of her West Yorkshire abode. The artificial evergreen […]
Maggie’s Tree

Old Joe

This morning, during a phone call with my mother, I was informed forecasters have predicted imminent adverse meteorological conditions in the north of England. Snow, high winds and risk of […]

Christmas Day With Uncle Roger

Sadly, the inspiration I sought for today’s narrative topic wasn’t behind door number 14 on the advent calendar. That’s unless I decide to muster a yarn about a red-nosed reindeer […]