Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
It's Thursday the something of something - Today, it's expected the UK government will extend the nations COVID-19 induced lockdown for a further three weeks. Their inevitable decision necessitated by requirement to protect NHS resources from becoming overrun; subsequently, saving lives. Clearly, I'm no expert, or indeed claim full insight behind the judgement rationale. However,... Continue Reading →
As we amble this vale of tears, we're confronted by a variety of enigmas; these episodes or habits which appear to defy any sense or logic. Such as my inherently heavy-handed younger brother Ian's ability to smash crockery with ease while washing up, yet when indulging in post meal plate hurling rituals in a Greek... Continue Reading →
Easter Saturday has bequeathed West Yorkshire's predominantly incarcerated populace warm temperatures. It feels almost that these conditions have been delivered in mischief to test the resolve of the covidiots. The small proportion of citizens who've been subject to UK governmental requests not to venture out to minimise risk of spreading COVID-19, unless absolutely essential. Only... Continue Reading →
I've just returned from an essentials shop at the local convenience store. With it's checkouts fitted out with clear plastic tarpaulin, aimed at providing employees a degree of protection from the COVID-19 virus, it manifested notions within me I'd inadvertently wandered onto the kill set in an episode TV drama Dexter. On reaching the till,... Continue Reading →
As world death rates continue to escalate at alarming rates, courtesy of our COVID-19 viral nemesis, I read with interest today's the birthday of comedian/performer Eric Idle. He the writer of Monty Python's whimsical ditty Always Look On The Bright of Life; an adage which admittedly isn't the easiest advocacy to adopt under current circumstances. Some... Continue Reading →
Day ten of isolation amongst the hallowed halls and chambers of chez Strachan. I understand that description is rather grand for a three bedroomed detached house on the Leeds/Wakefield borders. However, the poet within me was loathed to embark upon today's prose with a deeply unimaginative sentence, such as 'Day ten of being stuck in... 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 →
Commencing this journal, I'm attempting to compute the latest COVID-19 update just witnessed on TV. This concerning news, delivered during the daily UK governmental briefing, informing the British public it'll be an achievement if, amid our war with the spiteful COVID-19 pathogen, Britain keeps the nations death toll to under 20,000. A truly disquieting best case scenario!... Continue Reading →
As I perch in self-isolation, whilst endeavouring to reduce the risk of contracting COVID-19, I'm pondering who was the metaphorical Pandora who opened the box to unleash this odious coronavirus among the global family. For the uninitiated, in Greek mythology, Pandora opened a jar left in her care which unbeknown to her containing sickness, death... Continue Reading →