Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Yesterday afternoon I cooked a homemade vegetable soup - A consommé so bland it led me to question the validity of the old adage 'Too many cooks spoil the broth'. Yours truly concluding the culinary combo's flavour to be so meagre that assistance from additional chefs couldn't possibly have spoilt it anymore. To my mind... Continue Reading →
This mornings mission, which I accepted before the tape self-destructed after five seconds, was a trek to Morrisons supermarket for a few food essentials. Although, admittedly mine was by no means the impervious tasks delivered secretly by tape to Impossible Missions Force agents in the Mission Impossible movies. Well, not unless I'd been ordered to... Continue Reading →
Following the granting of probate, along with the prospective sale of our parents home of 32 years in the pipeline, yours truly will soon embark on a journey of seeking alternative living accommodation. House moves can the most capricious and stress inducing of bed-fellows; however, I'll board the good ship SS Realtor with an open... Continue Reading →
I awoke on this third day of 2022 to see the Amazon Alexa speaker located on my bedside cabinet flashing green. To clarify, having a virtual assistant that offered dollar bills would be a great technological feature, however quite clearly the flashing green of which I write wasn't an act of such benevolence. No, I... Continue Reading →
Although ordinarily a fella who's sceptical one's serendipity can take a turn for the preponderant when a calendar year expires, I've convinced myself 2022 will be an altogether more fragrant mistress than its rancid predecessor. 2021 bidding me a welcome adieu last Saturday morning when handing the almanac baton to what I hope will be... Continue Reading →
Disclaimer - None of these inquisitorial segments of hooey are remotely true..... Well, not that I know of anyway!:- ..................... Below are intentionally absurd 'True or False' rounds written and performed by yours truly as part of numerous Zoom quizzes in 2021. My queries are very much tongue in cheek; please note anything attributed as... Continue Reading →
This, my 2514th narrative, will be the last blog I write for a while. My motivation to write these 500+ word daily essays has diminished of late and, perhaps metaphorically, Thursday's post relating to my mother's funeral seems a fitting juncture at which to draw a line under this particular literary odyssey - Well, for... Continue Reading →
On wandering downstairs this morning I concluded prevailing temperatures to be pretty mild for this time of year. Looking out onto my garden, I'm assuming this warmer climate is a major factor in the lack of notable deciduous leaf fall. A sight leading to me suggest Fall appears reticent to drag its chromatic posterior from... Continue Reading →
Friday morning retail hordes provide the bustling sight while I gaze below from a mezzanine in situ cafe. The first floor coffee house whose title rhymes with Hosta a frequent penning post for GJ Strachan. An outpost where cognitive inspiration joins caffeination leading to a brew of wonderful epiphanies, mediocre notions and a fair share... Continue Reading →