Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
I spent yesterday evening wrapping familial festive gifts. Bereft of a Star Trek style transporter, under COVID restrictions, I'm as yet unclear how I'll deliver my loved ones these tokens of affection. This conundrum exacerbated by my family being spread across multiple English counties, who're adhering to various tier edicts. North Yorkshire, Tyne & Wear,... Continue Reading →
It's a beautifully sunny day in 'God's Own Country'. With the surreality of living under COVID's watch, witnessing clips of the election campaign reality show across the pond, along with my current light-headed lethargy, it feels like I'm amongst the cast of the weirdest night vision I've ever encountered. I'm getting fed up with this... Continue Reading →
The fallow period between Christmas and New Year festivities is among us. It's 27th December, the yuletide culinary smorgasbord appears threadbare which, in association with excessive imbibing of intoxicating liquor, necessitates a sojourn to the grocer for replenishments. Big decisions ruminate around residences on this sceptred isle. Considerations such as whether to consume the confectionery... Continue Reading →
On Christmas Day I was fortunate to have the opportunity to liberate quite a few gifts from their wrapping paper incarceration. Trinkets which made me grateful I've such thoughtful family and friends. Bestowals whose number were heavily stacked by redolently scented cosmetic creams and sprays; circumstances sowing seeds of doubt in my erratic mind I'd... Continue Reading →
With Christmas Day hurtling towards us with the speed of a linen basket escaping a pair of The Grinch's three week worn underpants, I'm concerned to be still awaiting delivery of half the festive gifts I purchased online in the middle of November...... In hindsight, perhaps it was misguided to order my daughter Rachel a... Continue Reading →
Chestnuts roasting on a open fire Jack Frost nipping at your nose Yuletide songs being sung by a choir Folks dressed up like Eskimos. Excerpts from this morning's list of distractions to yours truly's literary flow. As you can imagine, attempting to concentrate on penning a narrative whilst your nose's being nipped, in conjunction to the... Continue Reading →
Door sixteen of the advent calendar sits ajar. Consequently, Santa's only eight days left to bark out further motivational banter to his reindeer 'army', prior to their gruelling twenty four hour shift dragging fat arse and his gift laden chariot around the globe. In preparation for an arduous night on the 24th December, Dasher, Dancer,... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, I was the recipient of a scented candle Christmas gift. Apparently, when ignited this wax fragrance enhancer apparently emits an odour of wild mint. A welcome change from the usual cinnamon aroma which's ordinarily the family's festive season candle scent of choice. As yet I've not lit the candle; consequently, at this juncture am... Continue Reading →
This morning, in preparation for the Christmas holiday period, I picked up a bunch of non-perishable comestibles, along with a smattering of non-food products...... To clarify, I didn't just pick them up and proceed to walk/run out of the supermarket with a security guard in hot pursuit - I also paid for the items.Not only is... Continue Reading →