Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
This morning I spoke to a friend who told me he'd met a new girlfriend online. I'm assuming he meant their initial rendezvous took place on a dating website, not that he'd to untie her from a train track like a silent movie hero...... Perhaps, I should be a bit more inquisitive. According to my... Continue Reading →
Yesterday the UK government announced that in a couple of weeks the wearing of masks in English shops will no longer be mandatory. When I say English shops, I of course mean shops in England; not COVID restriction easing only applies to retail outlets with indigenous Anglo owners. An edict which'd understandably cause consternation amongst... Continue Reading →
Although not something which'll register on either national or local news bulletins, the car I recently took delivery of is the first diesel engined vehicle I've owned in thirty plus years of motoring. Despite this being a low interest story, though, I still feel moved to impart this thinnest of informational gruel to you my... Continue Reading →
With the construction element of chez Strachan's bathroom revamp now completed, GJ Strachan's thoughts have turned to selecting the chamber's ornamental and pictorial furnishings. Before proceeding further I'd like to clarify that, despite possibly reading differently, my initial sentence doesn't mean I couldn't embark on accessory selection until plumbing'd been concluded and silicon dry. Yours... Continue Reading →
Included within my email inbox, today I spotted an invitation to a virtual whisky and oyster tasting session. Ordinarily, I don't pay much mind to the well-meaning electronic teasers aimed at improving my existential lot in recompense for lightening my wallet of a few bob. Transactions I'm assured which'd not only provide me with life-enhancing... Continue Reading →
After reading elevation would aid the healing process of my strained lateral knee ligament, yesterday evening I retired to bed early with my trusty laptop to watch a movie. Incidentally, by elevation I’m referring to sitting with the wounded limb at a horizontal angle to the rest of my body. I’m pretty sure the well-meaning... Continue Reading →
During a routine tidy of a little used storage area within chez Strachan, I stumbled upon on old car first aid kit of my fathers. One look at this ageing collection of bandages, plasters, lints, micropore tape et al, revealing the old man'd procured this medical mishmash a good few years back. In fact, upon... Continue Reading →
I'm currently making the most of sitting in an environment of rare serenity in chez Strachan. For the first time in a week I'm writing a blog without a distracting background soundscape, such as the murmur of daytime TV, nor the thunderous snoring of my mother or Coco (the canine buddy I'm dog sitting until... Continue Reading →
Well, my little buddy Coco appeared to enjoy a splendid birthday on Thursday. Sure, it wasn't an occasion playing out with any great pomp and circumstance - The beautiful Labrador/retriever cross's official arrival into middle age not celebrated with a marching band, elaborate firework display or quaffing of champers. However, my poochy pal still managed... Continue Reading →