Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
According to BBC's fragrant weather presenter Carol Kirkwood, precipitation will predominantly be this weeks meteorological bedfellow. An irksome forecast which, despite being delivered by an uber chirpy Scottish lady with a delightful West Highlands lilt, has frustratingly scuppered my plans of further outdoor timber staining..... Well, in the short term, anyhow. As an aside, upon... Continue Reading →
Coincidentally, not only was yesterday (May 1st) 'World Naked Gardening Day' it was apparently also 'World Arrested For Indecent Exposure Day'. A lesson learned to my cost when finding out buying lawn feeder from a garden centre can't be classed as horticultural maintenance. My shame exacerbated further by foolishly undertaking the naturist act of procuring... Continue Reading →
Recent episodes of 'devils own luck' with newly purchased electrical appliances struck again this morning when a drill driver (purchased only an hour earlier) proved faulty. Despite the tool's motor working as designed, frustratingly the bit chuck's jaws were less reticent to function as planned (ie not tightening or slackening). This episode subsequently derailing plans... Continue Reading →
I spend an hour or so yesterday evening attempting to develop a new idea for next weeks online quiz night with the lads. Endeavouring to move away from my usual 'True or False' rounds, at least in the short term, I'm working on a round format titled 'What Would Terry Thomas Say?" Although slightly less... Continue Reading →
On Sunday as the kitchen clock's minute hand shifted onto 08.15am, marking the time of my birth 58 years to the day, I sat at the breakfast table reflecting on the circle of life. In particular, pondering that on that occasion how reliant I'd have been on the 22 year old who'd just given birth... Continue Reading →
As I've been otherwise engaged building a patio set and a new barbecue grill, I've not had an opportunity to compose today's narrative. Fear not, though, hold that hate mail and don't put your reading gigs back in their case just yet, as in lieu of a blog I've forwarded the questions I wrote from... Continue Reading →
My late father visited me in a dream last night. Looking like he did in his 50's, he didn't speak to me, in fact with me almost stuck dumb by this rendezvous hardly any words were exchanged. I did, though, hug him as tenaciously as I've ever embraced anyone, either awake or in slumber episode.... Continue Reading →
This morning, while prepping questions for tomorrows Zoom quiz with the chaps, I've been researching old 1970 TV commercials online. From this trawl down memory lane, I've just productively completed penning ten 'true or false' inquiries. Vigour further inflated by evocations of fond childhood recollections flooding the old cranium during my random delving. Ad tag... Continue Reading →
At reveille this morning I awoke with mind racing. Amongst the notions flying around my neurological corridors like leafs in a zephyr, yours truly pondered if there was an Old Zealand. Not to mention, why Poles get involved with other countries election forecasting. I also mulled over why Isaac Newton initially identified the phenomena of... Continue Reading →