Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
With Danny Baker's audiobook 'Going To Sea In A Sieve' my aural companion, I commence this second blog of the day with dusk taking over the Northern hemisphere baton from Friday's daylight watch. Amongst the dark times remit's ascension, the overseeing of all things COVID-19 related. With a triumvirate of governmental heads, including prime minister... Continue Reading →
I like to think I'm a reasonably pragmatic fellow who, where possible, seeks rational solutions when confronted with existential antagonists. Not all of my notions are successful, such as the occasion, while bereft of colander, I misguidedly used a tennis racquet to sieve spaghetti. A foolish culinary strategy in many ways, however, as Bulgarian philosopher... Continue Reading →
It’s been a fruitful two days dans le jardin de la maison Strachan. Not only have I mowed both lawns, undertaken border work, along with jet blasting a patio, I've also learned the French translation of 'in the garden at the Strachan home’. Each task was undertaken with Verve and Gusto. Well, apart from learning the... Continue Reading →
In these times of logistical difficulties acquiring foodstuffs, compromises need to be made with regards meals/ingredients one craves. On occasion doing without a desired product altogether, or settle for smaller portions. Mindful of this situation, this morning saw me undertake a food thriftiness technique I'd not utilised since my youth. This simple not a compromise on... Continue Reading →
It's a few years since I've penned a sonnet. However, in the isolation of a West Yorkshire dining room, this evening I felt moved to quill prose about the prevailing shenanigans surrounding the COVID-19 pandemic:- SONNET TO COVID Indiscriminate pathogen, agenda stark Rendering us hermits, unless we roam park Enough already, you’ve made toxic mark Existence... Continue Reading →
The apocalyptic sci-fi redolence hovering over existence in the wake of COVID-19 gets stronger by the day. Yesterday's necessary escalation of restrictions to daily life arriving in the shape of governmental edicts; legislation decreeing none essential workers should only leave residences if/when absolutely necessary. In the previous week my narratives have included how living with this... Continue Reading →
This morning, I read on social media a person opine the advent of COVID-19 has created selfishness in a proportion of the UK's population. Yours truly fully concurring with the selfishness accusation; however, I'd argue the catalyst of the self-centred behaviour isn't the coronavirus. In my opinion, this pandemic has merely brought to the surface... Continue Reading →
It goes without saying self-isolation in the wake of COVID-19's global disorder is by no means an ideal existence. On a positive side, though, what it does afford those unfortunate enough to be affected are opportunities. Scope and time to maybe indulge in projects delayed, or aspirations yet to be fulfilled, ordinarily due to a paucity... Continue Reading →
Within the next few days I'll reach a couple of milestones on this enduring blogging odyssey. Firstly, today's narrative is the 1,800th piece I've penned since, five years ago, embarking on this sojourn by syntax. The second juncture of note is that of the aforementioned five year anniversary of me writing, along with publishing the... Continue Reading →