Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
I begin this prose with a woolly head, consequential of yesterday evening's celebrations following England's progression to the final of Euro 2020. A hard fought victory over Denmark, setting up a game with Italy on Sunday to secure European football champions bragging rights. National fever born from Gareth Southgate's boys' achievement seemingly a catalyst to... Continue Reading →
This morning I spoke to a friend who told me he'd met a new girlfriend online. I'm assuming he meant their initial rendezvous took place on a dating website, not that he'd to untie her from a train track like a silent movie hero...... Perhaps, I should be a bit more inquisitive. According to my... Continue Reading →
Yesterday the UK government announced that in a couple of weeks the wearing of masks in English shops will no longer be mandatory. When I say English shops, I of course mean shops in England; not COVID restriction easing only applies to retail outlets with indigenous Anglo owners. An edict which'd understandably cause consternation amongst... Continue Reading →
I'm penning this chronicle at a White Rose Shopping Centre (WRSC) coffee house, taking advantage of three hours respite from caring for my mum. My sojourn partly born from knowledge if I remain within chez Strachan's hallowed walls when afforded this break, I'll still end up making cuppas and lunches for my mum, Maggie...... Not... Continue Reading →
Although not something which'll register on either national or local news bulletins, the car I recently took delivery of is the first diesel engined vehicle I've owned in thirty plus years of motoring. Despite this being a low interest story, though, I still feel moved to impart this thinnest of informational gruel to you my... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, during an online account registration, the receipt of a 'I'm not a robot?' message set me thinking. To clarify, witnessing the inquiry made me think about robots - It wasn't a trigger to thinking in general. I can confirm that in the immediate seconds prior to the cyborg notions, GJ Strachan was contemplating several... Continue Reading →
With the construction element of chez Strachan's bathroom revamp now completed, GJ Strachan's thoughts have turned to selecting the chamber's ornamental and pictorial furnishings. Before proceeding further I'd like to clarify that, despite possibly reading differently, my initial sentence doesn't mean I couldn't embark on accessory selection until plumbing'd been concluded and silicon dry. Yours... Continue Reading →
Included within my email inbox, today I spotted an invitation to a virtual whisky and oyster tasting session. Ordinarily, I don't pay much mind to the well-meaning electronic teasers aimed at improving my existential lot in recompense for lightening my wallet of a few bob. Transactions I'm assured which'd not only provide me with life-enhancing... Continue Reading →
In yesterday's blog Grand Designer, I touched upon the thorny topic of god's existence. A debate fed by a toxic existential brew of prevailing discontent borne from a painful ligament injury,, challenges of being my mother's full-time carer, life under COVID, along with some pretty unpalatable life events encountered within the last decade . Footnote... Continue Reading →