Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Yesterday our esteemed prime minister, Lord Boris of Johnson, raised UK governmental fears of a potential second spike in European COVID cases. From beneath trademark mopped blonde hair, the capricious japester-in-chief warning travellers that, should this angst bear fruit, further stringent quarantining edicts were on the cards. His lordship warning Brit's holidaying in foreign climes that, on... Continue Reading →
From today face masks are compulsory under certain scenarios for the English populace. The circumstances where us Brits are required to wear visage coverings including whilst shop in situ, on public transport, or if you've a 'boat race' like ex-England footballer Peter Beardsley. The move aimed at mitigating against spread of coronavirus, along with negating... Continue Reading →
Yesterday evening, the lockdown entertainment landscape took a spike similar to that recently seen with Florida's COVID cases. Catalyst to this upturn in verve the participation in a bi-weekly Zoom quiz evening with buddies. These fortnightly inquisitions, in which rounds of questions are interspersed with live acoustic music courtesy of two of our number, affording... Continue Reading →
Scotland's devolved government has today eased COVID lockdown restrictions in the Caledonian nation. From today, the land of my roots will allow pub/restaurant visits, sojourns to the barber/hairdressers and use of the exclamation "Hoots!" in public places. The latter, though, only if the word's recipient is a minimum two metres away. Consequently, as I write,... Continue Reading →
It was around 2pm on an overcast West Yorkshire Saturday afternoon. In a barbers shop seat a middle aged northern Englishman, who'd not had a haircut for sixteen weeks, sits in anticipation at the imminent removal of his unkempt lockdown locks. This man's mood conflicted. On one hand he has grown tired of his unmanageable locks,... Continue Reading →
On Wednesday afternoon, I embarked on a brief social distancing compliant tarry to the White Rose Shopping Centre (WRSC) in south Leeds. Apart from optician visits to procure new gigs, my first sojourn inside it's hallowed retail halls since lockdown. Before COVID slithered uninvited upon the shores of this sceptred isle, I'd journey on an... Continue Reading →