Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
This afternoon, I was desperately sad to hear of the passing of ex-Leeds United centre back Norman Hunter's from COVID-19, at the age of 76. Even when you're not personally acquainted with the deceased, it's a sombre time when the lost contributed towards numerous existential high points. Throw into the mix this childhood idol passed... Continue Reading →
It's Thursday the something of something - Today, it's expected the UK government will extend the nations COVID-19 induced lockdown for a further three weeks. Their inevitable decision necessitated by requirement to protect NHS resources from becoming overrun; subsequently, saving lives. Clearly, I'm no expert, or indeed claim full insight behind the judgement rationale. However,... Continue Reading →
Scene - A West Yorkshire detached house in West Yorkshire village. Like the majority of his global kin, a middle-aged man lives under house arrest in a cunning COVID-19 avoidance strategy. His neurosis so elevated he resolves not to exit his home until there's a cure for the potentially fatal pathogen, or unless his local... Continue Reading →
With cloudless sky overhead, this morning I partook in a social distancing compliant peregrination round my West Yorkshire village. Perambulating with sun beating down on the few areas of exposed skin on my hirsute visage, I concluded todays constitutional to be a good deal pleasanter than yesterday's stroll in a bitingly cold north wind. As... Continue Reading →
According to meteorologists, along with an acquaintance whose hat has just blown off in a southerly direction, there's now a cold northerly wind enveloping the UK. Taking over the baton from the warm southerly breeze experienced in the previous few days. With that particular air flow, comes the advent of chillier temperatures sourced from Scandinavia... Continue Reading →
Easter Saturday has bequeathed West Yorkshire's predominantly incarcerated populace warm temperatures. It feels almost that these conditions have been delivered in mischief to test the resolve of the covidiots. The small proportion of citizens who've been subject to UK governmental requests not to venture out to minimise risk of spreading COVID-19, unless absolutely essential. Only... Continue Reading →
This morning, while undertaking one my habitual odysseys back and forth to the vast planet of social media, I was amused when witnessing a gallows humour MeMe. This posting from a chap whimsically proffering, during the current COVID-19 lockdown, his car's fuel economy now stood at three weeks to the gallon. Penning whimsy which won't offend during this... Continue Reading →
With COVID-19 seemingly reluctant to relinquish it's unyielding grip, UK prime minister Boris Johnson's just spent a third night in the ICU department of a London hospital. Downing Street spokespersons have confided Mr Johnson's condition is improving and remain quietly confident it'll not be too long before he's fit enough to leave the intensive care unit.... Continue Reading →
With this sceptred isle's populace upping their alcohol consumption during lockdown, I expect when this sorry chapter eases bottle bank queues will replicate those currently witnessed outside supermarkets. This future episode leading to current advice to UK citizens of 'Stay In -> Protect the NHS -> Save Lives' being updated to 'Stay In -> Protect Glass... Continue Reading →