Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Yesterday, unbeknown to yours truly, I spent the day wandering about the place with a huge tear in the rear of my shorts. The revelation only becoming apparent when undressing at eventide, when upon removing the aforementioned article I spotted a bloody big hole where once cloth'd lain. Mercifully, the adornment of boxer shorts'd negated... Continue Reading →
This morning a COVID-19 related notion popped into my conscious thought which, following a couple of circuits around my neurological corridors, I deemed worthy of mention in despatches. This not an epiphany of a magnitude which'll illuminate this prevailing dark global landscape. My coronavirus 'lightbulb moment' not something useful, such as a suggested vaccine for... Continue Reading →
During a wardrobe de-clutter this afternoon, I stumbled upon an old cable knit cricket sweater I used to adorn in the late 1970’s, when playing for Gateshead Fell junior cricket team. The item of clothing in question is a woollen jumper skilfully produced from a cable and twist pattern by my mater (Maggie). I realise... Continue Reading →