Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
As I write, Lancastrian solar rays top up any vitamin D depletion consequential of Blighty's week of rain. This event throwing the accuracy of adage 'The sun shines on the righteous' down a very deep lift shaft. Seriously, though, the red rose counties prevailing and rarely seen sol rays, also enveloping my native white rose domain,... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, I bought my little canine buddy Coco a soft ball dog toy. On presenting her with this padded sphere yours truly was escorted back to my childhood home in Dorchester Gardens, Gateshead. Kicking this ball around for Cokes to chase evoking memories of indoor football games my brother Ian and I partook in with a... Continue Reading →
Amongst an upcoming event packed weekend itinerary, yours truly intends to perform an inaugural self-pedicure. A procedure I've concluded bears far greater priority than the cursory attention I've thus far paid my ten toenails. Keratinous plates which my son Jonny opines look like those of a leprechaun. I'm guilty as charged that I neglect my... Continue Reading →
It's just ten days before Leeds United's footballing return to (hopefully) conclude the 2019/20 COVID delayed Championship season. A remaining nine games which'll (again hopefully) propel the club back into the Premiership after sixteen years in English football's second tier or lower. In pundit parlay, prior to coronavirus induced cessation of footballing hostilities, my half... Continue Reading →
Battleship grey of hue, the West Yorkshire skies are as dark and satanic as the mills articled in poet William Blake's prose. Despite it being 9.30am, I'm chronicling these words illuminated by two lamps; beacons whose shift at this calendar juncture ordinarily doesn't commence until around 9.30pm. I'm no meteorologist, but I'd suggest today's cloud... Continue Reading →
Currently awaiting the light bulb moment that'll cast forth today's topic, my eyes gravitate to a leaf from an aubretia plant in a nearby garden border. This bract bearing a remarkable profile resemblance of late American comedy actor/writer Groucho Marx. Witnessing this Marx-a-like frond evoking memories of my fledgling years. An era when Groucho's fine... Continue Reading →
It's a stark grey day, however it's not dampening the esprit consequential of being in the company of my lab/retriever buddy Coco. An affectionate soul from the red rose county of Lancashire, the spirited demeanour she displays when in her presence absolutely melting my heart. This morning while walking with my loving canine buddy at... Continue Reading →
I woke this morning with the light headed sensation consequential of an evening of over imbibing vino. Yesterday evening, the alcohol infused fruit of the grape bearing such piquancy it gravitated me towards irresponsible Pinot Grigio consumption. Like a mermaid beckoning sailors to run aground upon a clandestine rock, this evil outcome from viticulture luring... Continue Reading →
Yesterday evening GJ Strachan joined seven buddies to partake in a Zoom quiz. This inquisition, in part, a display of deference to folk singing/whistling legend Roger Whittaker. Amongst this reverence some group members fleetingly adorning card masks bearing the warbler's visage. This evening of esprit taking the form of general knowledge queries relating to a selection... Continue Reading →