Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Today, November the 16th, is 'International Day For Tolerance'. This global 'gift' arriving courtesy of the United Nations. Just one of many annual observances by the UN, which also include 'Please Be Nice To Old Fred at Number 53 Day', 'Hunter Biden's Laptop Day' and 'Have You Seen My Slippers Day?'. No doubt today's later... 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 →
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 →
Yesterday, after noticing the health app on my phone indicating a recent walk had exceeded 1,500 metres, the old adage 'You should walk a mile in my shoes' randomly sprang to mind. This he dictum meaning not to judge a person prior to understanding the life experiences, challenges and thought processes driving their behaviour of... Continue Reading →
This morning witnessed my inaugural visit to the bottle bank since UK's COVID lockdown commenced in March. During the intervening months numerous empty wine bottles have stacking up in my mum's garage. Their ever burgeoning number, over time, making visits to that section of the residence feel like a walk of shame. With every meander... Continue Reading →
There's a plethora of adaptations which the global family've been forced to embrace on planet COVID. Social distancing, lockdown, denial of meeting friends and family just a few undesired concessions necessitated by the pathogen. Consequential of this, it dawned on me how a section of these restrictive edicts have rendered worthless the need of diary... Continue Reading →
In recent days I've witnessed a few of the unsavoury US sideshows masquerading under the moniker of White House briefings. These unseemly episodes, played out to a backdrop of childlike animosity more suited to the schoolyard, depressing insights into how poorly this catastrophic pandemic is handled in many quarters. I've no intention of serving up... Continue Reading →
A fortnight into COVID-19 induced quarantine and my hair has already attained plateau unruly. At this rate, if I also let my facial hair grow unhindered, when full liberty is gained from my residential cell I'll look like the guy who got fogged in the Friends episode 'The One With The Yeti'! Acquiring the maternal... Continue Reading →
Endeavouring to impart a little levity during these worrying times, I've mulled over various strategies in which I could maybe raise spirits amongst my readership, along with friends/followers on social media. Among these notions the production of recordings, either by video or audio podcasts of some of my narratives. My hybrid Yorkshire/North East accent, and... Continue Reading →