Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
It's Good Friday - A time when christians around the globe ordinarily congregate to mark the crucifixion of Christ - The son of God condemned to death by Pontus Pilate at the request of the Sanhedrin. Jesus' alleged crime that of claiming to be the King of the Jews, along with a lesser trumped-up charge... Continue Reading →
Many years ago a quirky acquaintance, who'd a penchant for mixing metaphors/idioms, was heard to declare that "You're only ever ten feet from the nearest hat." An inadvertently humorous take on the correct adage, which states the ten foot differential was from a rat; not an item of millinery. In my middle-age, though, this eccentric... Continue Reading →
An eerie serenity was my aural bedfellow during this morning's meander to purchase essential foodstuffs. It'd be incorrect to depict this paucity of resonance with the adage 'It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop'. After all, whilst passing a residence on Moor Knoll Lane, whose windows were ajar, I heard a crashing... Continue Reading →
I've just returned indoors after partaking in a two minute 'Clap for Carers'. This national weekly ritual affording Britain's populace a platform to express gratitude to it's care workers. People whose hard graft currently underpins the UK's resolve amid this era of jeopardy. Individuals whose stoicism keep this sceptred isle's candle burning, as COVID-19, working... Continue Reading →
Following this morning's meander down the Main Street to my local Tescos Extra food store, I wanted to commence this lexicological sojourn advising my readership I'm safely repatriated within the familial home..... Mind you, only just! Admittedly, this return into the Strachan abode not warranting the dramatic profile of the eponymous character's home-coming in the... Continue Reading →
I'm beginning to wander if this frequent hand washing malarky, a necessity in this stark COVID-19 era, is starting to erode away my fingerprints. I raise the topic as within the past week I've observed my devices with fingerprint recognition technology seem only to sporadically respond to my dab. My paranoia manifesting notions the access interruption... Continue Reading →
Entering my second week of isolation in chez Strachan, I sit reflecting on what's been a productive first week with regards ticking off small projects from the chore inventory I've created myself during lockdown. With the rear patio and retaining wall jet blasted, the garage and my bedroom spruced up, both front and back gardens... 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 →
Day two of isolation amongst the Yorkshire Dales' aesthetically pleasing rural mural. My temporary residence, a 19th century cottage, hopefully my sanctuary from contracting the coronavirus. Misguidedly, I poetically like to think COVID-19 wouldn't dare darken the door of this idyllic setting with it's stark agenda, but it's clearly a notion of folly. Overnight, I've... Continue Reading →