Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Below the mezzanine level coffee house where I'm sitting is an ongoing promotion for MG cars. Well, I'm assuming it's a automobile promotion, not that the MG ZS and a MG HS PHEV cars I'm looking down upon took a wrong turn in the White Rose Shopping Centre car park, subsequently coming to an inglorious... Continue Reading →
After unceremoniously troughing Tuesday evening's dinner yours truly spent half hour or so listening to a section of an audio book written and narrated by comedian David Mitchell. A move significantly lightening the tediousness borne from washing up pots. Incorporated among Mitchell's very funny and insightful observations was a mischievous swipe at the Flat Earth... Continue Reading →
Yesterday evening I made the following satirical observation on one of my social media timelines:- "I've just read on Twitter that South Carolina senator, and person who can fit into very small cupboards, Lindsey Graham has contracted COVID-19.... Bearing in mind he's had his head stuck up Trump's ass for the past six months, this... Continue Reading →
During a quiet period yesterday, I pondered what'd constitute a good topic for a new writing project, along with what pen name I'd utilise should I wish to afford myself author anonymity. After deliberation, yours truly decided it might be fun to employ the pen name Goose Gingrich for my newly spawned idea of a... Continue Reading →
I've just received an email advising me the COVID-19 test I took yesterday morning, akin to my general outlook on life, turned out to be negative. To clarify, this communication from the NHS COVID-19 team didn't comment on my negative existential outlook - That bit was added by yours truly to add whimsy. I don't... Continue Reading →
My mum's dementia induced episodes continue apace. Not that I should be overly surprised by that cognitive landscape - After all, this mentally degenerative disease will only further rob her of analytical wherewithal; the question is merely how quickly the condition worsens. It's not as though this life ruining cur will one day get bored... Continue Reading →
Upon departing my marital home in late 2019, wanting to avoid my estranged wife being bereft of DIY utensils I left my existing set for her to use going forward. Consequently meaning I'd cause to procure a brand new toolkit. Not unsurprisingly, she didn't thank me for this benevolence, Instead, in a fit of trademark... Continue Reading →
It's 1.31pm on Sunday 18th July and I feel moved to commence a second narrative of the day. I'm unsure why I've chosen to pen this rare daily sequel; after all, as it stands I've nothing really to report. Well, apart from nearly hacking the end of my thumb off with a cheese slicer while... Continue Reading →
It's 6.30am on a Saturday morning and I've just woken from the bizarre dream sequence which played out during slumber. This offbeat night vision's plot line including involvement in a game of ice hockey while awaiting my car to be repaired at an adjacent garage. As these scenes manifested, I don't know what surprised me... Continue Reading →