Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
With perpetual days playing out to the same old daily storyline, I'm starting to notice little indicators that life in quarantine has subliminally started to impact my behaviour. For instance, eight weeks without leave aboard the good ship Chez Strachan imparting me with enough interest in daytime TV show Bargain Hunt to actively learn the monikers... Continue Reading →
In recent days I've witnessed a few of the unsavoury US sideshows masquerading under the moniker of White House briefings. These unseemly episodes, played out to a backdrop of childlike animosity more suited to the schoolyard, depressing insights into how poorly this catastrophic pandemic is handled in many quarters. I've no intention of serving up... Continue Reading →
In lockdown my brother Ian and adult son Jonathon, the brood's musicians, have both picked up their acoustic guitars for the first time in years. My son didn't actually play his instrument on picked it up, it was raised from it's stand to undertake a heavy handed flattening of a spider on his spare room... Continue Reading →
This morning a COVID-19 related notion popped into my conscious thought which, following a couple of circuits around my neurological corridors, I deemed worthy of mention in despatches. This not an epiphany of a magnitude which'll illuminate this prevailing dark global landscape. My coronavirus 'lightbulb moment' not something useful, such as a suggested vaccine for... Continue Reading →
It's Thursday the something of something - Today, it's expected the UK government will extend the nations COVID-19 induced lockdown for a further three weeks. Their inevitable decision necessitated by requirement to protect NHS resources from becoming overrun; subsequently, saving lives. Clearly, I'm no expert, or indeed claim full insight behind the judgement rationale. However,... 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 →
In these times of logistical difficulties acquiring foodstuffs, compromises need to be made with regards meals/ingredients one craves. On occasion doing without a desired product altogether, or settle for smaller portions. Mindful of this situation, this morning saw me undertake a food thriftiness technique I'd not utilised since my youth. This simple not a compromise on... Continue Reading →