Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
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 →
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 feel moved to enter the idiom 'It is what it is' at some point within today's narrative. As this journal is a literary riff, only time will tell whether yours truly fulfils that aspiration. Although, as the oft used saying is actually present in the first sentence of this narrative, I guess by definition... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, unbeknown to yours truly, I spent the day wandering about the place with a huge tear in the rear of my shorts. The revelation only becoming apparent when undressing at eventide, when upon removing the aforementioned article I spotted a bloody big hole where once cloth'd lain. Mercifully, the adornment of boxer shorts'd negated... Continue Reading →
After spending an hour or so this morning ensconced in Pinderfields hospital Accident & Emergency (A&E) department, Wakefield, I'm back home nursing the knee injury sustained yesterday in a freak incident. An ordinarily innocent enough twisting motion while rising from a garden chair the source of GJ Strachan's prevailing joint agony. Anyhow, the diagnosis is... Continue Reading →
During arbitrary surfing of the net, this morning I witnessed an online sale for recovered sofas. GJ Strachan wasn't intrigued enough to ask what the chaise lounges had recovered from, but was heartened to hear the settee was recuperating well. Clearly, the recovery of which I relay above was of an upholstery nature, not medical;... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, I listened to early chapters of an audio book on philosophy's origins from its Greek beginnings ( circa 450 BC) up until current day. The tale commencing with biographical details of Socrates, founding member of West philosophical tradition. Deeming himself as a man with many knowledge voids, it baffled the Athens born sage his... Continue Reading →
Coincidentally, not only was yesterday (May 1st) 'World Naked Gardening Day' it was apparently also 'World Arrested For Indecent Exposure Day'. A lesson learned to my cost when finding out buying lawn feeder from a garden centre can't be classed as horticultural maintenance. My shame exacerbated further by foolishly undertaking the naturist act of procuring... Continue Reading →