Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Due to a few of our groups unavailability, who'd more pressing appointments, Thursday nights bi-weekly online quiz was cancelled. Consequently, the questions prepared for this clambake remained unused; instead gathering metaphorical dust on my laptop hard drive. Of course, I could've saved these intentionally absurd inquiries until the next online get together. However, hamstrung by... Continue Reading →
It's Good Friday - A time when christians around the globe congregate to mark the crucifixion of Christ. The son of God condemned to death by Pontus Pilate at the request of the Sanhedrin. Jesus' alleged crime that of claiming to be the King of the Jews, along with a lesser trumped-up charge of misspelling... Continue Reading →
I've just been unpacking a bulky new fridge which, when being shifted by GJ Strachan in isolation, felt so heavy and vast I wouldn't have surprised me to learn it possessed it's own zip code. Now unpacked and garage in situ, the huge silver coloured 'construction' now looking down on everything in its adjacent proximity.... Continue Reading →
It's taken as read COVID-19 self-isolation isn't an ideal situation in which to spend ones existence. Consequently, for one day only, I'll not spout about folks disenchantment at deprivation consequential of coronavirus lockdown edicts. A literary strategy which'd deservedly expose me to criticism of condescension and 'stating the bleeding obvious' from accusers. Instead, yours truly... Continue Reading →
I woke this morning thinking how lovely it'd be to turn back the clock to a time before COVID-19's unwelcome appearance. A notion manifesting from recollections that overnight UK clocks'd moved forward from Greenwich Meantime (GMT) to British Summer Time (BST). Among the timepieces being moved sixty minutes hence, the town hall clocks residing in... Continue Reading →
At 10am my first chore of the day, the construction of the remaining two Hygena kitchen table chairs, was completed earlier than anticipated, affording me extra time for Saturday's scribble. The other pair assembled during a quieter period a fortnight ago. It's fair to say, I'm spinning a few existential plates at the moment. In... Continue Reading →
The construction of my mum's new downstairs wet room is progressing nicely. Hopefully, within a week the old lady, whose prevailing post-stroke mobility confines her to the ground floor, will have shower and toilet facilities at her disposal. Circumstances, negating any need for utilising commode and carer wet wash alternatives. Ceasing the latter requirements affording... Continue Reading →
With the advent of a new week, the UK populace's anticipatory notions of upcoming liberty from lockdown have been tempered with bulletins a number of European countries maybe in the grasp a third coronavirus wave. How that'll affect the UK government's blueprint for easing of lockdown protocols is anyone's guess. However, recent history indicates, when... Continue Reading →
As decreed by god and the Wakefield Curtain Twitchers Society, I've just completed the UK census, relaying my mum's property occupancy details. Among the queries answered were residents academic qualifications, their employment history and whether we think TV's Simon Cowell is a t**t..... For confidentiality reasons, I'm unable to disclose my answers to these inquiries;... Continue Reading →