Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
With COVID-19 seemingly reluctant to relinquish it's unyielding grip, UK prime minister Boris Johnson's just spent a third night in the ICU department of a London hospital. Downing Street spokespersons have confided Mr Johnson's condition is improving and remain quietly confident it'll not be too long before he's fit enough to leave the intensive care unit.... Continue Reading →
With this sceptred isle's populace upping their alcohol consumption during lockdown, I expect when this sorry chapter eases bottle bank queues will replicate those currently witnessed outside supermarkets. This future episode leading to current advice to UK citizens of 'Stay In -> Protect the NHS -> Save Lives' being updated to 'Stay In -> Protect Glass... Continue Reading →
A fortnight into COVID-19 induced quarantine and my hair has already attained plateau unruly. At this rate, if I also let my facial hair grow unhindered, when full liberty is gained from my residential cell I'll look like the guy who got fogged in the Friends episode 'The One With The Yeti'! Acquiring the maternal... Continue Reading →
This morning, during a telephone conversation with her youngest son Ian, my mum felt moved to advise him her capability of coping under this dark COVID-19 landscape was enhanced by the fact she was a wartime baby. Her birthdate, one year into WWII, apparently providing her with a resilience and stoicism of which we 1960's... Continue Reading →
With Danny Baker's audiobook 'Going To Sea In A Sieve' my aural companion, I commence this second blog of the day with dusk taking over the Northern hemisphere baton from Friday's daylight watch. Amongst the dark times remit's ascension, the overseeing of all things COVID-19 related. With a triumvirate of governmental heads, including prime minister... Continue Reading →
This morning, during an aimless meander through the oft idiotic observations which 'grace' the annals (or should that be anals?) of Twitter, I stumbled upon a thought-provoking YouTube submission. This compelling listen the words of an A&E doctor during a rare break from his hectic workload at a London hospital. During a telephone conversation with... Continue Reading →
With my elderly mother self-isolating, I'd the unmitigated joy of undertaking the weekly food shop in solitude. In the wake of coronavirus' wrath, panic buying has left many supermarket shelves sparsely stocked. In fact, the toilet roll aisle of a retail outlet I patronised yesterday was so bereft of toilet tissue squatters had taken residence... Continue Reading →
Thankfully, thus far I've had no requirement to self-isolate in the wake of the coronavirus pandemic. A situation I'm relieved about for several reasons, the most predominant being I've absolutely no idea whether to embrace hermitism at my West Yorkshire home, or the planet I oft inhabit whilst embarking on these chronicles. Presently, on the... Continue Reading →