Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Is it me or have Amazon started using a one size fits all cardboard box to package purchases pre-shipping. I maybe imagining this, however it seems to me that whether you order a TV, watch or book of stamps, the same large packaging appears to be delivered to your door. For smaller items brown sheets... Continue Reading →
This morning, drawing back my bedroom drapes was a catalyst to notions of a festive refrain which's been much heard of late. This oft covered lament's first verse proffering "The weather outside is frightful, yet inside it's so delightful, and as there's no place to go, let it snow!.... Let it snow!..... Let it snow!"... Continue Reading →
This morning, upon my arrival at the breakfast table, my mother announced forecasters were predicting imminent adverse meteorological conditions in the north of England. Exposure to snow, high winds and risk of polar bear attack just some of the unpleasantness apparently heading the way of us northerners. I'm assuming her source was a qualified weather... Continue Reading →
I'm unsure which weather app my wife Karen utilises on her smart phone. I do know, though, I'd love to live under the wall to wall sunshine which, on a daily basis, it promises to West Yorkshire's residents. Predictions which, frustratingly, this summer have proved to be the very antithesis of what Zeus has actually... Continue Reading →
This morning, GJ Strachan awoke to solar rays, a fresh breeze and mystified why he was clad in a Scooby Doo fancy dress outfit. Although tired and distressed after watching Leeds Rhinos capitulate against Wigan yesterday evening, I'm pretty sure I retired to my slumber pit adorning my usual nighttime attire - A Piers Morgan... Continue Reading →
This morning, there's a spherical amber vision just about identifiable through West Yorkshire's hazy cloud cover. This sight, scarcely witnessed of late courtesy of the seemingly endless attendance of foreboding nimbus aerosols, a token Zeusian gesture to remind UK citizens we're not hallucinating. It is indeed summertime! The god of the skies, perhaps sending us... Continue Reading →
Meteorological inclemency may've spoiled a multitude of Bank Holiday plans for our sceptred isles populace, however the shrubs and bedding plants providing natures kaleidoscopic bounty in my garden have benefited no end. Looked through my dining areas bay window the euphorbia, aquilegia, forget-me-nots, forsythia, rhododendrons, azaleas et al seem to have doubled in size they... Continue Reading →
This morning I'm looking out from my recuperative pit at cloud formations in the east Leeds sky. Groupings of altostratus forms, each uniquely shaping, some of which to my mind's eye bear a remarkable resemblance to people and/or objects. For instance, currently through the middle part of the bedroom window there's a cloud shaping of... Continue Reading →