Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
As I wait at the literary starting blocks ever eager to type today's blog, there're rumours abound the UK government maybe planning to expand the current COVID tier system. Whether this happens, or not, learning of potential restrictions to my liberty got me thinking about what further edicts could possible befall citizens residing within the... Continue Reading →
Necessitated by enforced self-isolation for the familial matriarch and me, I've just ordered a delivery of our weekly shop from Morrisons. My inaugural experience of this comestible purchasing avenue a painless enough episode. Well, apart from for the engaging young lass in customer services who patiently guided this indecisive fella through the product selection process.... Continue Reading →
My erratic sleep pattern was today responsible for a first slumber past 11 am since I was a 16 year old. That was a time of lazing in the late 1970's, after I'd completing my GCE exams. This while waiting to start my first full-time job and for my moustache to grow thick enough to survive a slight breeze. This... Continue Reading →