Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
I'm finding the writing process more challenging and significantly less cathartic of late. The strain of being a full-time carer for my mum, and having to write in sporadic spurts due to higher priority chores, diminishing the esprit ordinarily imparted by penning prose. In particular, I'm finding writing in my favoured genre of whimsy tough... Continue Reading →
Sunday witnessed me in reflective mood; in particular pondering matters ecclesiastical. Amongst numerous spiritual notions crossing my mind was if God did indeed maketh man what warranty was he offering....... Not to mention, whether there's a uniform in the afterlife, and if so does take into account clothing allergies. I've written before about the faith... Continue Reading →
Needing more garden accessories to get rained upon daily in the backyard, this morning witnessed me braving yet more West Yorkshire precipitation to decorate the pergola top with solar lighting. Now all that's required is for sunshine to lose its modesty, affording conditions to allow long awaited use of this recently revamped outside area. Actually,... Continue Reading →
Yesterday evening I partook in the latest bi-weekly online quiz night with buddies. A few hours where seven guys, parted by miles and coronavirus, tested each others general knowledge to within an inch of its life. In the process, creating an inquisitorial fun fest which'd make even the most curmudgeonly soul grin. Our motley crew... Continue Reading →
As from 17th May we in England will be once again allowed to hug each other....... Well, unless it's an unconsenting clinch which could end up with a restraining order; or sore testicles...... Unless, you're a woman, where the latter won't apply...... Unless, of course, you're a woman with testicles! Anyhow, moving on swiftly, it's... Continue Reading →
To fill in a loose hour or so this morning, I undertook the enthralling task of sorting and sharpening the scores of pencils procured since taking up caricature drawing last August. A task which, although well short of raising my spirits to euphoric , was a surprisingly soothing assignment. GJ Strachan awestruck to learn that... Continue Reading →
Around lunchtime today I'll receive my second COVID jab; a final vaccination which'll (for the time being) markedly reduce jeopardy of me contracting coronavirus. Despite being extremely grateful at being administered this efficacious potion, courtesy of the National Health Service, how this event impacts my prevailing lifestyle is as yet to be determined. Clearly, this... Continue Reading →
The last two days have been predominantly played out with yours truly indulging in the insipid chore of treating garden timber. Not the most fascinating of existential plots, however not bearing the influencing skills of Tom Sawyer who succeeded in gaslighting friends into undertaking his fence whitewashing, I begrudgingly bit that particular woodwork decorating bullet.... Continue Reading →
Tuesday 4th May affords me a rare odyssey out of the home, chauffeuring Mrs Strachan senior to fulfil an appointment with a stroke consultant. To clarify, the scheduled meeting is with a neurologist at Pinderfields Hospital, Wakefield; not that my octogenarian forebear's booked herself an afternoon swimming lesson. On arrival at UK's top hospital rhyming... Continue Reading →