Serenity in Stanley

Since embarking on this literary voyage, I’ve written these tales of inanity in a multitude of establishments. Today’s offering is being penned in, or just outside, my moribund dad’s room in a West Yorkshire hospice. The circumambulating atmosphere a justapos of the distressing sight of witnessing a loved one’s suffering in the last hours of…

A Landmark of Sorts

Today’s narrative is the 600th blog I’ve written since I started my website writesaidfred.org around twenty two months ago. Although not an easy task penning these monologues, it’s been a journey which I’ve predominantly enjoyed. Well, apart from blog number 412 which left me saddle sore following my foolhardy decision to write it on horseback! I first started…

A Riddle Wrapped In An Enigma

Midday, 17th September 2016. Two guys sit in an automobile on the driveway of a semi-detached house in a Bedfordshire town. Their plan to utilise Saturday’s free time embarking on a journey back in time. Unlike a fresh faced Marty McFly and eccentric elderly scientist Doc Brown in the movie Back to The Future, the two…

Grandad’s Trilby

Today, I sought topic inspiration for this blog by asking my diminutive spouse to tell me the first thing that entered her head; informing her I would use what she replied with as the subject of the narrative aujourd’hui. To my surprise she responded “The neurophysiological pathology and clinical advancements of stem cell science.” Karen can be a real dark…

It’s All In The Nickname

Public schools, the breeding ground of our future leaders, captains of industry and an elite who will save us the energy of thinking for ourselves while they subliminally mould us into acquiescence. Let me begin by saying, as a man who was educated at comprehensive schools in 1970’s Gateshead, in the north east of England,…

A Few Of My Favourite Things

There is a paucity of good cheer in chez Strachan at the moment. Uncertainty in many aspects of Karen’s and my life all currently contribute to a melting pot of uneasiness; causing self-doubt and the taunting our minds. Focussing on things we can change has to be our priority. However, a combination of concerns creates…

Motoring Misery With Mally!

With an early departure to Birmingham scheduled this morning for the Mally (my dad) and me, I decided an earlier start would be gained by kipping at my mum and dads last night. During the 16 hours or so at chez Strachan senior, something quite profound dawned on yours truly regarding elderly peoples hearing. After a series of recent…

Roots Dictate Rooting for Root

Tomorrow I’m taking my dad down to Birmingham for the t20 Blast cricket finals day. As a big Yorkshire cricket fan, Mally is chuffed that he will get to see his beloved county play on a finals day for the first time. Generally an undemonstrative man, I find it heartening to sample the joy he…

Name Dropping Around the Chiminea

Yesterday evening as the last remnants of the solar rays bid a fond farewell to jardin de Strachan, a barbeque feast fit for a king took place. To be honest, I’m probably going overboard with the ‘feast fit for a king’ description as it was only marinated chicken, salad and potatoes. But hey I’m attempting…