Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
It's 1.31pm on Sunday 18th July and I feel moved to commence a second narrative of the day. I'm unsure why I've chosen to pen this rare daily sequel; after all, as it stands I've nothing really to report. Well, apart from nearly hacking the end of my thumb off with a cheese slicer while... Continue Reading →
Early this morning I posted a fairly unremarkable photo on Instagram. The aforementioned a picture of my garden, recently rendered almost monochrome by 'Beast from the East' snow drifts and West Yorkshire's foreboding grey skies. While editing the photograph, prior to publishing it on social media, I formed an opinion that finding the most effective... Continue Reading →
This morning, while pondering over a subject for today’s blog, a distraction came in the shape of a cold call kindly offering to ‘review my insurance policies’. When picking up the call I noticed its source location was a small provincial town in the UK. I’ve never been to this town, although I'm sure its inhabitants are perfectly fragrant individuals. However,... Continue Reading →
Recently an acquaintance relayed an assumption they'd formed about relationships, in particular those where one party suffered from terminal illness. They opined, that under those circumstances the partnership would be one of unrelenting cordiality. After all your relationship together is on borrowed time; how could you possibly argue anymore? Their presumption being, despite the patient and... Continue Reading →
