Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Yesterday our esteemed prime minister, Lord Boris of Johnson, raised UK governmental fears of a potential second spike in European COVID cases. From beneath trademark mopped blonde hair, the capricious japester-in-chief warning travellers that, should this angst bear fruit, further stringent quarantining edicts were on the cards. His lordship warning Brit's holidaying in foreign climes that, on... Continue Reading →
Having consumed two rounds of wholegrain toast, smeared heavily in marmite, washed down with a Baltic cold pint of water, I'm crouched on Tuesday 28th July's starting blocks ready to partake in today's literary race. Actually, race is probably the incorrect noun in the previous sentence. After all, you can't rush writing these narratives. I... Continue Reading →
A friend of mine has recently taken up the self-appointed role of Bee Woman. Her remit to save tiring bees with sugar water and a kindly transition to a nearby flower via leaf. Within the last few days rescuing three Apoideas from a fate worse than death...... Well, actually death! Upon witnessing a flagging bee,... Continue Reading →
It's been best weekend yours truly's experienced for many a year. Leeds United's promotion as champions to the Premiership, along with the successful relocation of an orange blossom bush in the garden (I celebrate in eccentric ways) sent GJ Strachan's euphoria levels sky rocketing. To clarify, relocating a garden shrub doesn't really impart me with... Continue Reading →
Today, the sun looks down on me both figuratively and metaphorically. Not only are solar rays paying a welcome visit, but the gravy consequential from yesterday's confirmation of Leeds United as champions has reinvigorated my mood to a plateau not tarried for many a year. Euphoria's an infrequent visitor to GJ Strachan's over-analysing mind. For... Continue Reading →
Occasionally, while treading this creative path, I'm guilty of penning the odd piece of philosophical prose. These advocacies, aimed at making survival on this dysfunctional planet a tad more comfortable, proffered with tongue in cheek. Anyhow, for today's chronicle I've decided to don my philosopher's hat and provide my reader with the following whimsical lessons... Continue Reading →
On Wednesday afternoon, I embarked on a brief social distancing compliant tarry to the White Rose Shopping Centre (WRSC) in south Leeds. Apart from optician visits to procure new gigs, my first sojourn inside it's hallowed retail halls since lockdown. Before COVID slithered uninvited upon the shores of this sceptred isle, I'd journey on an... Continue Reading →