Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
In the absence of a COVID-19 vaccine, to fill in a few vacant hours yesterday I pondered what might be a fit for purpose alternative 'medicine' to help protect me from the ubiquitous pathogen. Hare-brained I know, but if the gaffer across the pond can indulge in such tomfoolery in all seriousness, what harm can... Continue Reading →
Moments prior to the contest commencing, five gladiators eyed each other suspiciously, behaviour manifesting from apprehension of what awaited in the fight ahead. This upcoming event only affording victory to one person..... To the victor the spoils!!..... Unless of course there was a two way, three way, four way or five way tie. Beads of... Continue Reading →
This literary composition progresses with a soundscape of the late spring breeze emanating tenderly through French door. It's gentle rustle through stalk and leaf bestowing a serene backdrop to my penmanship; this gift of Mother Nature (MN) enhanced further by witnessing a bee collecting pollen from cerise digitalis flutes. During the COVID pandemic, MN deems... Continue Reading →
My preparations for a music quiz I'm facilitating on Thursday evening are almost in the can. The running order a heady brew inclusive of five shortish quiz rounds, where I'll portray the role of quizmaster, interspersed with performances of acoustic refrains by three of the inquisition's main protagonists. Keen my question master role is acted... Continue Reading →
This Thursday, I'll be facilitating an online music quiz. My participants buddies from Gateshead, who'll sup from an event melting pot including musical inquisition and performances of refrains they've penned, or covered. At this juncture perhaps I should clarify, with the exception of myself and Mick, the main protagonists to this musical smorgasbord can all... Continue Reading →
With perpetual days playing out to the same old daily storyline, I'm starting to notice little indicators that life in quarantine has subliminally started to impact my behaviour. For instance, eight weeks without leave aboard the good ship Chez Strachan imparting me with enough interest in daytime TV show Bargain Hunt to actively learn the monikers... Continue Reading →
Well, will today bring the advent of anything to upturn the apple cart of our COVID induced status quo? This morning I rose from my bed longing for any joyous news that'd illuminate spirits upon a landscape currently bearing a noir hue. "Can you add some meat onto the specificity bones of upbeat bulletin you're... Continue Reading →
Today witnessed only the third drive of my car since lockdown. This to collect, at compliant social distancing, an afternoon tea gift for my mum in gratitude for letting me reside in her home on a pepper-corn rent. My benevolence bolstered further by her tolerating my capricious moods and, more importantly, mater desisting from her... 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 →