Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Yesterday, borrowing from an old TV commercial for margarine, the punchline 'I can't believe it's not Buddha' appeared randomly in my capricious mind. This quip to a yet unwritten preface consequential from being at an abode with several ornaments which pay deference to the founder of Buddhism. I realised the punchline wouldn't work by the... Continue Reading →
As I write, Lancastrian solar rays top up any vitamin D depletion consequential of Blighty's week of rain. This event throwing the accuracy of adage 'The sun shines on the righteous' down a very deep lift shaft. Seriously, though, the red rose counties prevailing and rarely seen sol rays, also enveloping my native white rose domain,... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, I bought my little canine buddy Coco a soft ball dog toy. On presenting her with this padded sphere yours truly was escorted back to my childhood home in Dorchester Gardens, Gateshead. Kicking this ball around for Cokes to chase evoking memories of indoor football games my brother Ian and I partook in with a... Continue Reading →
Amongst an upcoming event packed weekend itinerary, yours truly intends to perform an inaugural self-pedicure. A procedure I've concluded bears far greater priority than the cursory attention I've thus far paid my ten toenails. Keratinous plates which my son Jonny opines look like those of a leprechaun. I'm guilty as charged that I neglect my... Continue Reading →
It's just ten days before Leeds United's footballing return to (hopefully) conclude the 2019/20 COVID delayed Championship season. A remaining nine games which'll (again hopefully) propel the club back into the Premiership after sixteen years in English football's second tier or lower. In pundit parlay, prior to coronavirus induced cessation of footballing hostilities, my half... Continue Reading →
Battleship grey of hue, the West Yorkshire skies are as dark and satanic as the mills articled in poet William Blake's prose. Despite it being 9.30am, I'm chronicling these words illuminated by two lamps; beacons whose shift at this calendar juncture ordinarily doesn't commence until around 9.30pm. I'm no meteorologist, but I'd suggest today's cloud... Continue Reading →
It's been a productive day where yours truly has written a 700+ word blog, cut and seeded the back lawn, visited the local store, cooked tea and now is chilling in front of my laptop. Yours truly's background soundscape of neighbourhood lawn trimming. To be clear, bearing in mind I undertook the very same chore... Continue Reading →
Currently awaiting the light bulb moment that'll cast forth today's topic, my eyes gravitate to a leaf from an aubretia plant in a nearby garden border. This bract bearing a remarkable profile resemblance of late American comedy actor/writer Groucho Marx. Witnessing this Marx-a-like frond evoking memories of my fledgling years. An era when Groucho's fine... Continue Reading →
It's a stark grey day, however it's not dampening the esprit consequential of being in the company of my lab/retriever buddy Coco. An affectionate soul from the red rose county of Lancashire, the spirited demeanour she displays when in her presence absolutely melting my heart. This morning while walking with my loving canine buddy at... Continue Reading →