Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
According to BBC News, some UK pubs are already calling "Time gentleman, please!", closing back down only days after lockdown easing allowed their re-opening. The move consequential from drinkers at those establishments testing positive for COVID, along with fears revellers were disregarding social distancing edicts. The affected boozers, which form only a very small proportion of... Continue Reading →
Yesterday saw coronavirus lockdown edicts relaxed further, allowing UK pubs/bars to re-open their doors to the public. A move, which for pathogen control purposes, places a huge social distancing onus upon citizens of this green and pleasant land. Looking at the picture below, to borrow from the inaugural line of a ballad written by Bread... Continue Reading →
This morning, as yours truly sought to entertain myself during a barren hour in-between breakfast and scratching around the place, I secured refuge in creating anagrams from the word COVID. This wordplay which despite only manifesting meagre locutions like cod, void and video (well, nearly) filling in part of yours truly's waking hour..... Although, as I... Continue Reading →
Yesterday my Twitter timeline contained a query tweet asking those witnessing for one word to describe 2020 at this current juncture. Wanting to avoid cliched responses of locutions like 'unprecedented', 'COVID', 'lockdown' and 'coronavirus', yours truly plumped for 'brouhaha' as an apt descriptive for the last six months. Brouhaha, a wonderful three syllables, not to... Continue Reading →
As the UK government's lockdown edicts ease, I grow every more confused at exactly what us Brits can undertake without risk of censure. Muddled messages from on high flummoxing me more than at anytime since, apart from key workers, the populace's quarantining back in March. Footnote - When I say muddled messages from on high... Continue Reading →
There's a plethora of adaptations which the global family've been forced to embrace on planet COVID. Social distancing, lockdown, denial of meeting friends and family just a few undesired concessions necessitated by the pathogen. Consequential of this, it dawned on me how a section of these restrictive edicts have rendered worthless the need of diary... Continue Reading →
“How do I define history? ..... It's just one f***ing thing after another” A whimsical quote borrowed from Leeds writer Alan Bennett's prose in the tome History Boys. An observation which, when dusk falls on the year 2020, will perfectly describe the twelve months being consigned to a very large toxic waste bin. As this... Continue Reading →
Tis a gradely day here in West Yorkshire. An oppressive heat affording opportunity for us Brits to indulge in our national sport of whinging about the weather. These meteorological clarion calls a year long pastime which, if segwayed into Olympic competition, the GB/NI squad would undoubtedly strike gold. Previously, I oft pondered why the same... Continue Reading →
Two days ago, a friend gifted me a Fitbit health monitor watch. Consequently, I'll now be party to more informed statistical data relating to my daily fitness regime. Management information which'll confirm officially, if re-affirmation was required, that GJ Strachan currently undertakes absolutely sod all on the exercise front. My above paragraph not decrying this... Continue Reading →