Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Although monochrome of hue, Victor the camper van wouldn’t have looked any more impressive if clad in chromatic peacock feathers, standing on my drive pre- journey. His bonnet puffing out with the self-satisfied hubris a boxer exhibits when knocking an opponent to the floor. Incidentally, my use of ‘his’ above is merely a term of endearment. There... Continue Reading →
Regular readers to these missives will probably realise I've a penchant for occasionally poking fun at my younger brother Ian's ingrained clumsiness. Observations mischievously portraying our kid as a Closeauesque figure with an honours degree in Mr Beanery from Chuckle Brothers University, Rotherham. I published such a blog last week titled Hurricane Ian – The... Continue Reading →
After this weekend there's a chance I can kiss goodbye to the deposit I posted to cover against damage to the apartment I'm currently renting close to Wakefield city centre. Jeopardy of me being £650 outta pocket at my tenancy conclusion introduced in the shape of a four day visit from my younger brother Ian.... Continue Reading →
This effort littéraire is my first creative offering since the 12th September. A prose paucity consequential of several life episodes, rendering free time at my laptop of a premium. Amongst the culprits causing this dearth of written dialect were a couple of short breaks, along with a multitude of tasks borne from moving home a... Continue Reading →
Since post-noon last Thursday the nations figurehead, who'd portrayed the starring role within UK's royal soap opera for seven decades, has lain bereft of life in Scotland. Of course, unless you've lived in a hole for four days, you'll be fully aware of this bulletin. And even then, such is the episode's global scale and... Continue Reading →
I've a topic request for today's blog. Well, that's not strictly true as it was the style of writing, not the actual subject matter within the paragraphs, which I was asked to alter for this post. The request coming from my Ossett squeeze Sarah's youngest daughter Katelan who, during a literary critique of my penmanship,... Continue Reading →
Today (hopefully) sees the the commencement of calm after the storm of moving from one West Yorkshire residence to another. An odyssey starting in January when my siblings and I first marketed our late parents abode; an episode which ended as 2022's ninth month dawned. Footnote - Incidentally, I'm not singling out West Yorkshire as... Continue Reading →
In a dispassionate act, aimed at easing potential transportation issues for my fragrant chum Sarah's two young grandkids (Rory & Gracie), yesterday I included Ossett's finest onto my car insurance cover. The rationale behind the indemnity modification (well, apart from me being an inherently kind fella), was a conclusion my four door vehicle would provide... Continue Reading →
To commence this monologue I've a question for you, my dear reader. Don't worry it's nothing overly technical or scientific; not that you wouldn't have the erudition to deal with any inquiry I posed, I hasten to add..... Hopefully that disclaimer will cut off any hate mail at the pass. Anyhow here's the catechism of... Continue Reading →