Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
While composing today's observations staring back at me from the corner of my office desk is an adhesive tape dispenser. This red plastic Sellotape holder, which lays adjacent to a desk tidy containing pens, a pencil sharpener and a USB storage device, mysteriously minus one of its scarlet coloured sides. Footnote - Other brands of... Continue Reading →
This morning, while pondering the clothing best suited another day languishing at home, I noticed the arran sweater I'd adorned yesterday had all its buttons completely secured...... Ok, I admit it, it's a cardigan, not a jumper. Laid on the bedroom floor, where it'd been unceremoniously dumped the previous evening, witnessing this sweater fully fastened... 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 →
Late this afternoon I'll be confronted by a conundrum which afflicts us armchair sports fans once or twice a season. Not a problem of earth shattering proportions by any stretch of the imagination, nevertheless a decision still requiring careful consideration. This trivial poser the three football/rugby teams I follow being broadcast live on TV almost... Continue Reading →
Good Friday 2018 - The diva daffodils that adorn my garden borders have finally made their fashionably late entrance. At last deciding to 'go for it' after losing patience waiting for this capricious weather to warm up long term. Yesterday, a wag on social media likened the current erratic weather behaviour to that of a... Continue Reading →
Uninvited, unexpected, unwelcome and under our skin, heavy snow is once again 'gracing' the populace of West Yorkshire. Woken by my spouse Karen's singing as she ironed, this morning I jumped out of bed to be greeted yet again by a carpet of snowflakes...... It's no good, I'm going to have to get that flaming... 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 →
It's nearly 10 years since I hung up my cricket boots. A decision born from my bowling being hampered from a bicep tear the previous season, which along with a nagging knee problem was diminishing my matchday fulfilment. Consequently, ceasing playing the game ex-Yorkshire batsman Geoff Boycott calls 'crickit' wasn't a difficult decision to reach. Over the previous 30 years I'd participated with as... Continue Reading →
The last two nights have seen new lows in sleep longevity for yours truly. My body clock appears to have developed an alarm which, with the mischief of an advent 'elf on the shelf', finds it humorous to end my slumber at around 1.30am. Consequently, if it wasn't for the caffeine infusing qualities of my good friend Douwe... Continue Reading →