Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Not only is today (May 1st) 'World Naked Gardening Day', coincidentally it's also 'World Arrested For Indecent Exposure Day'. A harsh lesson learned this morning when visiting a local garden centre. Unbeknown to me, this horticultural celebration day's protocols not covering the nude procurement of products from a garden centres. My shame exacerbated further by... Continue Reading →
This morning my habitual negligence for leaving stuff in pockets of hoodies/jeans pre-launder reached a new pinnacle. Ordinarily, these faux pas' result in a tissue, which's been washed and spun for an hour, exploding within the washing machine barrel. An episode ordinarily leaving post-wash garments covered with dandruff-like debris. Producing a post-wash landscape similar to... Continue Reading →
For the last few weeks, like a latter day Pied Piper, I've been accompanied everywhere by a couple of furry shadows. It's fair to say, though, the two dogs following inches from my heels are a darned sight more enchanting than the rodents legend claims following a piper from within Hamelin's walls. That being said,... Continue Reading →
Unlike the Hot Chocolate song which started with a kiss, after prompting from my buddy Sarah, GJ Strachan's final birthday in his 50's started with Alexa singing him a hearty rendition of 'Happy Birthday To You'. The virtual songbird making a far better fist of the famed refrain than yours truly who decided to go... Continue Reading →
Ashes from last night's chiminea fire stare back at me as I commence today's descriptif quotidien. Hopefully that snippet of info paints the landscape I'm scribing this prose from a rattan pew at the top of my back garden. Although saying that, as I doubt you know the location my aforementioned fire pit, or indeed... Continue Reading →
Easter Saturday has bequeathed West Yorkshire's populace warm(ish) Bank Holiday temperatures. Consequently, yours truly intends to venture out later to take in a local league cricket match. A game which, although not partaking for over a decade, I played for 30 years from my mid-teens. Cricket a game of which I've written about on numerous... Continue Reading →
Recently, during a period of free time afforded by my early retirement, I've mulled over strategies which'd address the unhealthier elements of my lifestyle. To be clear, this pondering hasn't as yet seen me embrace the steps I need to follow; but as they say 'It's the thought that counts'. Seriously, though, this period of... Continue Reading →
A few years ago yours truly embarked on an exercise of broadening my literary horizons by dabbling with scribing poetry. These approximately eighty compositions penned with intended pomposity, mainly due to their delivered in an olde worlde style. Sonnets whose links can be found within my website writesaidfred.org under the home page menu title of... Continue Reading →
My buddy Sarah is back at work tomorrow after a ten day sabbatical away from her role as a care home support worker. This decuple of dawns and dusks spent predominantly in the company of a devilishly handsome chap and her two dogs. Not forgetting several hours in the presence of the Ossett lasses much... Continue Reading →