Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Day 6 - With one full day remaining before I'm homeward bound, I sit and reflect on the hotel terrace while listening to the Atlantic Ocean surge relentlessly against Fuerteventura's volcanic coastline... Well, to be more accurate, with it's burning lava-like redness, augmented by suntan lotion glow, it is my forehead that's reflecting. Sadly, today's... Continue Reading →
Yours truly's lax suncream protection regime, along with complacent disregard of Canary Island solar ray strength, means GJ Strachan has arrived at his day four's dusk with a face as scarlet as an iPhone message emoji. I'd like to clarify at this juncture, though, anger is the very antithesis of my current emotional status. And,... Continue Reading →
As you're probably aware, December 2022 arrived early Thursday morning; And, if you were aware, why didn't you tell me. I only found out today (Friday), meaning the inaugural opening of my advent calendar was delayed for over 24 hours. Actually, that's not strictly true; I didn't receive an advent calendar. Instead my Ossett beau... Continue Reading →
As a consequence of her broad West Yorkshire dialect, my fragrant buddy Sarah has an endearing habit of pronouncing the city of Bradford's moniker as Bratford. A minor quirk which, although captivating, makes me occasionally remind her "Similar to there's no 'I' in team, there's no 't' in Bradford." Upon receipt of GJ Strachan's mischievous... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, while scouring Facebook timeline announcements like a ferret seeking an errant contact lens, a mischievous notion manifested from deep within my capricious mind. Concluding this epiphany, although admittedly silly, was a harmless enough conception to include these observations within this prose. As is my want when scribing these journals, or posting online, I constantly... Continue Reading →
Spending so much time on my own of late has been a catalyst to me occasionally indulging in absurd faux conversations with my dog companions Deano and Zella. These sporadic episodes ordinarily playing out as I stroll past the little scamps while wandering chez Strachan's soon to be sold chambers and gardens. My pretend conversations... Continue Reading →
While scribing today's journal, yours truly has one eye on a live BBC stream showing our 'beloved' prime minister, Boris Johnson, peddling another catalogue of disingenuous apologies for his involvement in #partygate. Footnote - If you're interested the eye witnessing this odious individuals unreliable and insincere contrition is my left. That being said, if I'd... Continue Reading →
Within the last couple of days I've been laid low with the noravirus. A pathogen which, although I'm assured isn't as potentially dangerous as coronavirus, subjects the sufferer to a fairly distressing time symptom wise. Actually, with candour I don't officially know if I've contracted noravirus; I'm self-diagnosing. Ordinarily a habit I find contemptible, however... Continue Reading →
Yesterday evening, in between writing an absurd 'True or False' round in preparation for tonights Zoom quiz with buddies, I watched two Sky Arts recordings of live concerts by multi million album selling bands. Both musical bonanzas performed by British groups in two historic and cosmopolitan European capital cities. Incidentally, this isn't a riddle, I'm... Continue Reading →