Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
After nearly three years of embracing the campervan life I’m toying with hanging up my Anthony Worrell-Thompson porta-loo and awning. Potentially selling my mobile home to the highest bidder, or to a slightly lower bidder if the buyer can teach me how to juggle scorpions without being stung. Incidentally, that last observation was made very... Continue Reading →
Another day, another bunch of dollars knocked off my share portfolio value thanks to the intellectually challenged folks across the pond who voted Trump in as president. Are you Republican supporters tired of all the winning yet?! I find it sad the financial plight of so many non-Americans is impacted by millions of dipshits who... Continue Reading →
We were afforded views of aesthetic majesty as my campervan trundled through South Yorkshire along the A628 into the Peak District via Glossop. Our destination a campsite on the periphery of the Derbyshire village of Hayfield. The bewitching views of Kinder reservoir and moors around the Snake Pass once again reminding me of why I... Continue Reading →
Two weeks into the Trump presidency and it’s all kicking off stateside. The Shitkicker King taking little time to become schoolground bully, attempting to steal Canada, Greenland, and Panama’s lunch money. As a non-American I’d love to watch these scenes across the pond with indifference. Let the red necks, 30-year-old virgins, gun freaks, and ill-educated... Continue Reading →
In one of his trademark offbeat observations on the BBC TV gameshow ‘Would I Lie To You?”, likeable funny man Bob Mortimer claimed the distant memories he was about to recount were like “Fingerprints on an abandoned handrail.” This humorous, but idiosyncratic, observation describing how he only had vague memories of the absurd yarn he... Continue Reading →
Today is Groundhog Day. In places like Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania, people wait with baited breath, while observing how groundhogs react to today's meteorological conditions, as they emerge from their burrows........ The Pennsylvanians will also wait with baited breath to see if I spell Punxsutawney correctly! Folklore decrees that the following applies when the groundhog first emerges... Continue Reading →
Yesterday evening I attended an Open Mic evening at a chic Harrogate eatery. To clarify, an Open Mic night isn't attending a event to be entertained by a candid fellow called Michael... Unless, of course, the amateur turn is a forthright chap called Michael... In which case, you are attending an Open Mic evening presented... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, while strolling the avenues and alleyways of this fair metropolis. I bumped into an old acquaintance; a keen amateur runner who goes by the nickname Frank Microwave-Oven. My pal’s unlikely pseudonym borne from him receiving static electric shocks when coming into contact with post-race foil blankets.. The covers aimed at keeping athletes warm at... Continue Reading →
If the title of a 1997 James Bond movie is too be afforded credence, tomorrow never dies. With the current toxic global socio-political zeitgeist about to be poisoned further with a Donald J Trump second term as US president, one hopes that plotline does indeed play out. In the celluloid offering directed by Roger Spottiswoode,... Continue Reading →