Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Many years ago a quirky acquaintance, who'd a penchant for mixing metaphors/idioms, was heard to declare that "You're only ever ten feet from the nearest hat." An inadvertently humorous take on the correct adage, which states the ten foot differential was from a rat; not an item of millinery. In my middle-age, though, this eccentric... Continue Reading →
An eerie serenity was my aural bedfellow during this morning's meander to purchase essential foodstuffs. It'd be incorrect to depict this paucity of resonance with the adage 'It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop'. After all, whilst passing a residence on Moor Knoll Lane, whose windows were ajar, I heard a crashing... Continue Reading →
Monday evening - Looking through the French doors of my East Ardsley abode I'm greeted by visions of solar rays, along with the redolence of recently ignited barbecue briquettes. With a symptom of COVID-19 being loss of smell and taste, this whiff of alfresco cooking brings an element of comfort I've thus far not succumbed... Continue Reading →
During recent days holed up in COVID-19 isolation, I've chosen a selection of Beatles refrains as my daily aural companions. These tunes transporting me back to young childhood - An era seemingly shot in monochrome, where I was introduced to the Fab Four's hits on the familial wireless. The 1960's locales for these episodes my parents... Continue Reading →
A fortnight into COVID-19 induced quarantine and my hair has already attained plateau unruly. At this rate, if I also let my facial hair grow unhindered, when full liberty is gained from my residential cell I'll look like the guy who got fogged in the Friends episode 'The One With The Yeti'! Acquiring the maternal... Continue Reading →
Sitting in COVID-19 induced isolation, I've just unearthed the idiosyncratic metaphor that global residences have taken on the mantle of wombs to their nations symbolic stir crazy embryos. Those affected not denotatively gestating from a physical growth perspective; moreover, this quarantining will cultivate the afflicted's minds, outlook and spirit. Consequently, exiting incarceration bearing less selfish, more... Continue Reading →
I've just returned indoors after partaking in a two minute 'Clap for Carers'. This national weekly ritual affording Britain's populace a platform to express gratitude to it's care workers. People whose hard graft currently underpins the UK's resolve amid this era of jeopardy. Individuals whose stoicism keep this sceptred isle's candle burning, as COVID-19, working... Continue Reading →
Following this morning's meander down the Main Street to my local Tescos Extra food store, I wanted to commence this lexicological sojourn advising my readership I'm safely repatriated within the familial home..... Mind you, only just! Admittedly, this return into the Strachan abode not warranting the dramatic profile of the eponymous character's home-coming in the... Continue Reading →
As I plough on with these diaries chronicling life under the epee de Damocles, hovering menacingly over the globe in the shape of COVID-19, my mum's sitting opposite deriding an auctioneer on TV show Bargain Hunt. A dour looking fellow who she opines should display a chirpier persona, especially as "He's on the bleeding telly!"... Continue Reading →