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Muddled Messages

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 […]
Muddled Messages

It’s Official!

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 […]
It’s Official!

The Real Milestone

In this my 1,950th narrative, I wanted to touch upon a separate literary milestone achieved three days ago. This landmark my blogging website writesaidfred.org receiving  100,000 hits since it’s 2015 […]
The Real Milestone

Lesson Learned?

As my dear old mum would say, Thursday 19th June is being played out accompanied by “Weather for ducks!” Incidentally, as no doubt the Leeds lass would’ve prefixed the word […]

BA DUM TSS

Yesterday, borrowing from an old TV commercial for margarine, the punchline ‘I can’t believe it’s not Buddha’ appeared randomly in my capricious mind. This quip to a yet unwritten preface […]
BA DUM TSS

Family Bequests

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 […]

A Bold Promise

Today sees the advent of yours truly’s eighth week in COVID lockdown. “How do you reflect on events in the previous 56 days, Gary?”, I hear you cry……. And even […]
A Bold Promise

Spiders On Gars

This essay is the 1,900th blog manifesting from my capricious mind since embarking on this literary odyssey in March 2015. While sitting at my patio table, in close proximity on […]
Spiders On Gars

Concessions

My redolent consort on this literary sojourn’s commencement is a tantalising bouquet of barbecued fare. At least one of the neighbourhood homes utilising the presence of solar rays to partake in […]
Concessions