Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
It's proving a slow news day amongst the halls and chambers of chez Strachan. Thus far, the only bulletins to share are the shaving off of my beard, eating breakfast and my use of a naughty word rhyming with duck upon realising I'd not charged my laptop overnight. The laptop lack of power isn't a... Continue Reading →
I commence this chronicle after completing an online writing test for a role which I'm interested in. My fate now in the hands of the test assessor, god and the grim reaper...... Yes, the penalty for failure in this exam is pretty stark! As I'd never undertaken an examination of my grammatical wherewithal, it was... Continue Reading →
I've recently returned from watching an under-16 football match between my new locale Tingley and former manor Colton. A spontaneous decision resulting in a couple of hours where I got to meet up with my Colton based buddy Mike. He in attendance to watch son Sam, who plays as a midfielder for the away side.... Continue Reading →
My aural backdrop while today's lyricals are being waxed is a screeching, attention seeking wood pigeon; along with the distant rumble of tyres on the M62 motorway. Despite the latter's westbound traffic heading towards several recently locked back down areas, that asphalt corridor seemingly still bustles with Lancashire bound traffic. Mercifully, the pigeon has just... Continue Reading →
Is it possible for humans to melt on blazing summer days? I'm asking for a friend who's currently attempting to climb in their chest freezer; a strategy employed to mitigate against the possibility of evanesce. I've just had a lukewarm shower to cool my body, along with dispensing with early morning perspiration which'd turned me... Continue Reading →
It's just gone 7am. Inside chez Strachan tiredness reigns, outside rain..... well, also reigns. Thunder and lightning provided a cacophonous overnight soundscape; this backdrop ruining my attempts of slumbering peacefully. After this meteorological episode, if I adapted the operatic quartet element of Queen's iconic Bohemian Rhapsody, I reword the line 'Thunderbolt and Lightning, very, very... Continue Reading →
I'm away for couple of days and, lax packing for the sojourn, am bereft of laptop charger. A consequence of throwing two iPhone chargers, instead of the power adapter and one iPhone charger, into my holdall while hurriedly packing, So depending on your views of my literary skillset, I've the good or bad news that,... Continue Reading →
"In a time of deceit, telling the truth is a revolutionary act.” - George Orwell. I recently stumbled across the English author's above philosophy. The stumble didn't cause an injury serious enough to file a compensation claim against the quote. I thought I'd raise the incident, though, to warn of the jeopardy of meeting a philosophical... Continue Reading →