The capriciousness that has recently left it’s stench of indecision around chez Strachan, has risen a notch as we get close to tomorrow’s big choice. If your wondering what the stench of indecision is like, it’s not unlike the aroma of a curry…… or is that pizza?! This Thursday, after weeks of pondering, contemplation and pondering, the big day will eventually be…
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Politics, Weather & the Poems of Fermal Undies
Another day, another claiming of squatters rights in a hospital waiting room. On this occasion, the trip is for the oncologist to provide a family member with results from a previous weeks CT scan.. Outside the heavy precipitation taps against the waiting area window as if its trying to grab my attention. Irrationally, I opine the rain is goading yours truly; advising I may be safe at the moment, but…
A Tale of the Bleeding Obvious
This morning, The Jam’s 1979 classic song Eton Rifles is repeat playing in my unpredictable mind. Within the song lyrics, Paul Weller’s rhetorical question ‘What chance have you got against a tie and a crest?’ particularly resonates among GJ Strachan’s cranial corridors. I’m not sure what triggered thoughts of this punk/mod anthem, released shortly after I started…
To Vote Labour, Dial 0891….
There’s a saying that turkeys don’t vote for Christmas. However, if they’re watching the current uninspiring party campaigning for next months UK General Election, perhaps they’re starting to think it’s a option worth considering. As an impartial observer, contemporary electioneering appears to have evolved into not what the respective parties can do for you or the…
A Foggy Day In Washington Town
In the The Jam’s 1980 track Going Underground, song writer Paul Weller wrote:- You’ve made your bed, you’d better lie in it You choose your leaders and place your trust As their lies wash you down and their promises rust You’ll see kidney machines replaced by rockets and guns And the public wants what the…
Spray Tan for Corbyn?
Recently sustained by my normal breakfast of choice, marmite on two slices of Kingsmill wholemeal toast, I feel re-energised as I sit down to commence todays narrative. Will my creative juices fulfil me as much of the juices of the orange drink that accompanied the toasted bread? Only time will tell. Of late, I’ve set myself a challenge of writing…
Snail on a Whale
Today’s a day of executive decisions. To start with, I need to put some thought into the look and feel of my website writesaidfred.org , as I currently can’t settle for a theme of which I’m 100% content. I’m after a theme that renders bother pictures and the opening paragraph of each blog on the homepage….
Saving Money on Xmas Presents & Uses For Vinegar
As with cursing, I endeavour to avoid writing about politics whenever possible. Borne from the cynicism of man in mid-life crisis, in a world bereft of inspirational leaders, I ordinarily haven’t the enthusiasm nor the energy to venture into that particular ‘den of iniquity’. Watching ‘goings on’ from a seat with deliberately chosen restricted views in…
They Kept That Quiet!
I’m fairly pragmatic about the whole Brexit debacle. Like with most things political, the bar for my expectations of our elected representatives behaviour, integrity and capability isn’t set that high. Although often saddened, I’m rarely surprised by a tawdry act or misleading comment from the custodians of our bills and legislation. A point graphically borne out with…