Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
At reveille, looking atop my bedside table staring back forlornly were a five and ten pound note that've lain there gathering dust for eight weeks. Along with the adjacent four pound in coinage, its inactivity consequential of monetary payments being unfavourably viewed on planet COVID. It's entry into similarly dust gathering tills, only accepted as a... Continue Reading →
In recent days I've witnessed a few of the unsavoury US sideshows masquerading under the moniker of White House briefings. These unseemly episodes, played out to a backdrop of childlike animosity more suited to the schoolyard, depressing insights into how poorly this catastrophic pandemic is handled in many quarters. I've no intention of serving up... Continue Reading →
I'm slightly fatigued as this chilly late Sunday afternoon drifts seamlessly into evening. A lethargy which manifests notions of surprise at how daily itineraries bereft of activity can diminish one's energy levels to this level. Anyhow, as an aside, I got to speak to both my siblings today. Mercifully, they and their broods are keeping... Continue Reading →
Today sees the advent of yours truly's eighth week in COVID lockdown. "How do you reflect on events in the previous 56 days, Gary?", I hear you cry....... And even if you're not I'm gonna tell you anyway!.......Come back! Come back!....... I'll endeavour to make your ocular scan of these paragraphs as entertaining as possible.... Continue Reading →
Just to add further calendar confusion to this whole COVID landscape, this year May Day Bank Holiday Monday is being celebrated on a Friday. This switch allowing none key workers a day off to celebrate the 75th anniversary of VE Day. Subsequently, today those employee's residences will return solely to domestic abodes, not the recent... Continue Reading →
Today's warmth imparted by our meteorological gods is such yours truly was able to consume breakfast alfresco. Sitting at the patio table, accompanied by a landscape of flourishing late spring borders, I contentedly devoured marmite on toast along with a builders strength brew. My environment, enhanced further by an aural backdrop of birdsong, leading me... Continue Reading →
This afternoon's scheduled garden maintenance has been scuppered by the lower back trauma consequential of previous horticultural chores. Subsequently, I'm sitting at my patio table accompanied by an amalgam of laptop, sporadic muscle spasms and frustration one of my lockdown pastimes has been furloughed. If it wasn't bad enough enduring COVID-19 induced lockdown, now I'm... Continue Reading →
In lockdown my brother Ian and adult son Jonathon, the brood's musicians, have both picked up their acoustic guitars for the first time in years. My son didn't actually play his instrument on picked it up, it was raised from it's stand to undertake a heavy handed flattening of a spider on his spare room... Continue Reading →
This morning, due to COVID incarceration I drove my car for the first time in a fortnight, or possibly even longer. My trusty old Vauxhall Astra, which's transported me from A to B for a decade now, starting first time and performing its assignment with usual understated reliability. Admittedly, my Astra's achievement isn't as impressive... Continue Reading →