Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
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 →
This morning, upon opening advent calendar door number fifteen, I was greeted by the 'Souls of the Oppressed'. Although affable enough spirits, particularly when you take into account the terrible suffering they've endured, I'm beginning to hold misgivings about investing in Torture magazine's festive calendar***. Todays's bestowal as disturbing as the 'Fingernails of No Return' which... Continue Reading →
December's arrived! Consequently, Joe and Josephine Public have reached a juncture whereby, without fear of repercussions from the Christmas tree police, they can now erect and decorate their Christmas tree. Additionally, as a consequence of commencing 2019's final month, it won't be long until the very same Mr & Mrs P are subject to visits... Continue Reading →
On opening the Strachan advent calendar's first door this morning I was startled be confronted by a creaking noise. Unsure of it's source, I concluded the sound had either emanated from my yet to warm up middle aged limbs, or as a consequence of rust on the calendar door hinges. With the festive adornments composition being cardboard, though,... Continue Reading →
Opening the Strachan advent calendar's first door this morning, I was startled be confronted by a creaking noise. Unsure of it's source, I concluded the sound had either emanated from my yet to warm up middle aged limbs, or as a consequence of rust on the calendar door hinges. With the calendar's composition being cardboard I concluded the... Continue Reading →
December's here. The wait is finally over for me to find out which word of profanity is behind the first door on my Gordon Ramsey advent calendar. Amongst today's itinerary I intend to scour the Radio Times to plan my festive viewing, while I listen to timeless Christmas tunes on an Apple Music playlist. This day will also no doubt witness my perennial yule-time pondering at... Continue Reading →
On opening door number 4 on the advent calendar earlier, I was taken aback be confronted by a shrill creaking noise. I’m not sure whether the sound emanated from my yet to warm up middle aged limbs, or whether it was rust on the door hinges. Although on reflection as the calendar is made from cardboard I suspect it... Continue Reading →