Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
As November saunters moribundly towards it's dawn, we prepare for the advent of Christmas 2020. A festive period which'll be unprecedented in the half century plus I've existed on this earth. Coronavirus resulting in having to purchase my turkey donning a mask. Incidentally, that's me adorning the face covering. The turkey, its race already run,... Continue Reading →
Under COVID's watch, it's clear brio levels during Halloween, Bonfire Night on the 5th November, along with the Christmas period will be significantly lower than usual. Under virus restrictions, these traditional festivals/events will afford only a fraction of the perennial verve normally brought to the table. Amongst my thoughts on virus impact, it dawned on... Continue Reading →
Afflicted by acute fatigue, I've felt a bit under the weather the last few days. Consequently, I've suffered from lethargy, along with a lack of vigour, likely contributing to GJ Strachan falling back asleep at 8am; not stirring again until 11am. Overnight I was awoken briefly with a dry coughing fit, an episode repeated between... Continue Reading →
Self-isolation day nine - A day where tiredness reigns, but the rain never tires. I spent a decent part of yesterday afternoon purging no longer worn clothes from the drawers and wardrobe in GJ Strachan's bed chamber. Not all unused attire; but still a decent proportion of my threads were lobbed into a bag for... Continue Reading →
With each day stuck on repeat, I'm unsure what juncture I've reached in my enforced COVID self-isolation. I'm pretty sure today marks a point between the 1st and 14th day of yours truly's unwelcome hermitism, however, which part within that calendar spectrum isn't clear. As a consequence of this confusion, I'm planning to formulate a... Continue Reading →
There's rumours abound we in the UK maybe soon under nationwide lockdown again. I'm not gonna panic too much at the moment, though, as the bulletin emanated from the unreliable lips of our village idiot.... No, not Boris Johnson; moreover my locale's resident dimwit Vernon Plough. Vernon's fake news including a series of preposterous suggestions.... Continue Reading →
It's a beautifully sunny day in 'God's Own Country'. With the surreality of living under COVID's watch, witnessing clips of the election campaign reality show across the pond, along with my current light-headed lethargy, it feels like I'm amongst the cast of the weirdest night vision I've ever encountered. I'm getting fed up with this... Continue Reading →
I'm taking my daughter Rachel for lunch today - Accompanied by her grandma (my mum), we're venturing to a local Italian restaurant. Getting my mater to eat something which isn't English fare is always a challenge. However, after assuring her the eatery will've something containing potatoes amongst it's Mediterranean menu, I've persuaded my forebear to... Continue Reading →
