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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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, […]