Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
I try hard to improve my vocabulary and introduce new words into my blogs. “Articulation is the essence of the lexicographer’s trade.” I was once told by an old acquaintance. I was initially sceptical about his words of advocation; after all would you take guidance from a man who had he had ‘L’ and ‘R’ on... Continue Reading →
I was sad to read of the passing of actor Sir Roger Moore earlier in the week. Although, I was born prior to the release of most of Sean Connery's Bond movies, I remember Sir Rog as my childhood 007. His first portrayal of the British agent in Let & Let Die (1973) being the first film from that franchise... Continue Reading →
Like any person with a shred of humanity, waking yesterday to the news of Monday nights terrorist attack in Manchester sickened me to the core. Although I have strong views about the incident, I'm going to leave the journaling of actions, views and possible solutions to proper political writers. I'm keen to avoid venturing down avenues where... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, I negated the aimless and unhelpful ponderings I awoke with by indulging in spring cleaning the dining area of la maison de Strachan. I’m going to avoid the obvious gag the spring cleaning entailed me sitting on the Axminster removing excess oil from the springs of my motorbike. Firstly, I haven’t got a motorbike, Additionally, if I had I wouldn’t be stupid... Continue Reading →
I had a wisdom tooth extracted earlier in the week. It wasn’t decaying, but I asked for it to be removed as it was catching the inside of my cheek, which was starting to cause me discomfort...... Although, it has to be said, not the discomfort I got from seeing the bill to remove it! As I... Continue Reading →
There is a saying that you know you’re getting old when policemen start looking younger. Well, I’m firmly entrenched in middle age now and I can categorically say that the copper, in the video clip below, doesn't strike me as being in the throes of youth................The only way I would class him as young is... Continue Reading →
Precipitation engulfed east Leeds yesterday. A sign of the changeable climate in the UK was summed up perfectly by a glance outside at my barbeque. The previous day it was a cooking grill, yesterday was it was a soaking wet metal garden ornament standing forlornly in the corner of the patio. When I'm on hold awaiting the Samaritans answering my call, I occasionally read philosophical sayings online. I... Continue Reading →
We have a canine guest for a day or two. The dog in question is young Sophie the Cavalier King Charles spaniel, copper of hue and sad of eye. She is currently covering half of the sofa like Lady Avashight, sleeping off her recent walk around this suburb of Leeds. As I manfully attempt to focus while penning this narrative, my concentration... Continue Reading →
In recent weeks I’ve been attempting to lose weight and up my fitness levels. The main driver behind this lifestyle choice being concerns over recent feelings of slovenliness and lethargy. I was also prompted into action after being labelled a ‘right lard arse’ by a rotund woman of our parish. As an actress/singer with a less than a svelte figure... Continue Reading →