Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Yesterday teatime, while yours truly hovered over the bbq grill listening to talkSport on the radio, the serenity of my soul was soured by an item relating to England football fans. In particular a description of one England fan's behaviour before, during and after England's Euro 2020 final game with Italy. Incidentally, when saying hovering... Continue Reading →
Bereft of a working printer, I've just spent the last hour cruising the streets of South Leeds/North Wakefield attempting to find a library to print off a package label. A frustrating odyssey where, after finding the first three book lenders closed, at a fourth attempt I finally fulfilled the task. Stanley Library, on the north... Continue Reading →
Today's literary piece commences with my little canine buddy Coco, whose enchanting company I currently enjoy, undertaking a perimeter check of my back garden. Whether partaken as a strategy for reducing jeopardy to her pack, ie me, or that she just doesn't fancy watching 'Home Under The Hammer' on telly, I doubt I'll ever know.... Continue Reading →
Is it me or have Amazon started using a one size fits all cardboard box to package purchases pre-shipping. I maybe imagining this, however it seems to me that whether you order a TV, watch or book of stamps, the same large packaging appears to be delivered to your door. For smaller items brown sheets... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, I inadvertently bequeathed myself an unwanted festive present; this haphazard benefaction the gift of pain and blood loss. A consequence of accidentally trapping a finger in my front door while putting the bins out. This Xmas trinket not requiring traditional yuletide wrapping paper, moreover the blood stemming qualities bestowed from quarter of a kitchen... Continue Reading →
At reveille this morning I lay in bed mulling over what the upcoming festive season on Planet COVID would bequeath. Amongst these notions, GJ Strachan attempted to recall how Christmas advents played out prior to my 2019 health issues, marriage split and the coronavirus pandemic. This act of recollection causing me to look back as... Continue Reading →
Yesterday evening, I participated in a verve filled Zoom quiz night with six buddies originating from, and in some cases still living in, Gateshead. Rounds of general knowledge, sport, music, absurdity and Argos codes intertwined with live acoustic music, ensuring the clambakes attendees spent an esprit laden three hours. At the end of the evening,... Continue Reading →
With my estranged wife returning back to Leeds from County Durham today, I'm residing back at my mums residence on the Wakefield borders. An event which's proved a catalyst to melancholy on my part. Despite always endeavouring to take a positive from any existential episode, since yesterday's re-departure of my marital home I remain bereft... Continue Reading →
In prevailing times, I can't help but conclude COVID, along with the distasteful US presidential race shenanigans, have shifted an already dysfunctional world into even greater depths of dystopia. And, I'd like it on record, I don't use the word dystopia freely in either polemic or essay; or indeed ever. That being the case, it's... Continue Reading →