Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Yesterday, the middle-age domain, which's been my fixed abode since 2013 when first able to tell the difference between a rhododendron and an azalea, witnessed yours truly bed even further into midlife. A realm of unfeasibly long nasal and ear hair and unshakeable redolence of TCP. The realisation of further familiarity to this segment of... Continue Reading →
The morning of Friday 28th August sees yours truly's epiphany bank as barren as a post menopausal trout. Tiredness borne from a week of erratic sleep, a fuzzy mind consequential of a glass of wine too far during last night's Zoom quiz, along with lower motivation levels, all contributing to the prevailing idea block. Incidentally,... Continue Reading →
This weekend, I furloughed my Sky Sports subscription. An adjudication which'll no doubt be a cost saving strategy employed by a majority of subscribers to this satellite/cable TV conduit. Whatever situation gave birth to the adage 'It's a no-brainer', it couldn't possibly have made a stronger case for it's adoption than my actions on Sunday.... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, I afforded my readership a narrative titled Making Unwanted History – Part One. Within this piece I suggested the stark times consequential of China's alleged opening of a COVID-19 Pandoras Box will most probably feature as the biggest existential event any of us will ever experience. This unwanted accolade of living with a coronavirus affected... Continue Reading →
Sometimes day to day events result in my daily narrative more or less writing itself. Existential circumstances that require no fictional enhancement; scenes I can publish more or less verbatim. Yesterday evening, I inadvertently became involved in a minimal drama which was a perfect example of the situations I'm alluding to above. This minor soap... Continue Reading →
With phone jammed firmly to her ear, my wife is currently informing her twin sister she's commenced shopping for Christmas gifts. By the sound of it my spouse has secured a few really good bargains to bequeath to our broods under the guise of St Nick. So if you're reading this and you receive a... Continue Reading →
Today’s narrative is the 600th blog I've written since I started my website writesaidfred.org around twenty two months ago. Although not an easy task penning these monologues, it’s been a journey which I’ve predominantly enjoyed. Well, apart from blog number 412 which left me saddle sore following my foolhardy decision to write it on horseback! I first started... Continue Reading →
I wrote last week about my daughter Rachel naming a star after her mum as a Christmas present. It was a gift that touched our hearts and brought a tear to the green eyes of her courageous and selfless mother. Despite a naming error during the administration set up, we were deeply moved by the... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, my wife and I took the No.36 Ripon bus from Leeds, journeying to the charming North Yorkshire spa town of Harrogate. For a public transport bus, it was clean with comfortable seats. It's facilities encompassed wifi and USB access; in addition to each stop being announced via auto message by BBC Look North presenter... Continue Reading →