Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
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 →
After concluding this narrative, I face a day of cleaning my humble abode, walking into Crossgates to re-negotiate my daughters mobile phone contract, a trip to the bottle bank, and (time allowing) watching a classic Christmas movie. I've not decided which movie to watch, but intend to be more selective with my festive season entertainment... Continue Reading →
Sadly, the inspiration I sought for today's narrative topic wasn't behind door number 14 on the advent calendar. That's unless I decide to muster a yarn about a red-nosed reindeer indulging in a game of table tennis - A subject path that for many reasons I've quite frankly no inclination of embarking on. Consequently, I'm... Continue Reading →
This morning I picked up some non-perishable comestibles, along with a smattering of non-food products, in preparation for the Christmas holiday period. Incidentally, I didn't just pick them up and proceed to walk/run out of Sainsburys with a security guard in hot pursuit - I also paid for the items. Not only is yours truly... Continue Reading →
In the last couple of decades there's been a growth in the number of double barrelled names in the UK. One of the reasons behind this change being a greater desire for newly weds to merge their surnames. An example of this being when Jemma Shoe married Arnie Box in Lytham registry office in 2011... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, my lunchtime was spent at an Italian restaurant in the centre of our splendid West Yorkshire metropolis. Here my wife and I feasted on festive fare, prior to being royally entertained by classic sounds from the Motown songbook, while imbibing an agreeable bottle of Chilean Cabernet Sauvignon. In our hosts glitzy 1920's art-deco style surroundings, four singers (3 male and 1 female)took us back to the 1960's, bequeathing... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, I had a conversation with an old acquaintance about Christmas gifts. It wasn’t a long conversation, moreover me asking him “Where the chuff’s my Christmas present?!” Knowing I was joking he laughed and the conversation moved on. He confided in me he’d just undergone a minor hospital procedure to remove something on his head.... 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. Just a few of this morning's distractions to my literary flow. Attempting to write a narrative when someone's nipping your nose, not to mention enduring the tuneless cacophony of a choir outside, was quite a challenge....... I probably... Continue Reading →