Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
To fill in a loose hour or so this morning, I undertook the enthralling task of sorting and sharpening the scores of pencils procured since taking up caricature drawing last August. A task which, although well short of raising my spirits to euphoric , was a surprisingly soothing assignment. GJ Strachan awestruck to learn that... Continue Reading →
The last two days have been predominantly played out with yours truly indulging in the insipid chore of treating garden timber. Not the most fascinating of existential plots, however not bearing the influencing skills of Tom Sawyer who succeeded in gaslighting friends into undertaking his fence whitewashing, I begrudgingly bit that particular woodwork decorating bullet.... Continue Reading →
Tuesday 4th May affords me a rare odyssey out of the home, chauffeuring Mrs Strachan senior to fulfil an appointment with a stroke consultant. To clarify, the scheduled meeting is with a neurologist at Pinderfields Hospital, Wakefield; not that my octogenarian forebear's booked herself an afternoon swimming lesson. On arrival at UK's top hospital rhyming... Continue Reading →
According to BBC's fragrant weather presenter Carol Kirkwood, precipitation will predominantly be this weeks meteorological bedfellow. An irksome forecast which, despite being delivered by an uber chirpy Scottish lady with a delightful West Highlands lilt, has frustratingly scuppered my plans of further outdoor timber staining..... Well, in the short term, anyhow. As an aside, upon... Continue Reading →
Coincidentally, not only was yesterday (May 1st) 'World Naked Gardening Day' it was apparently also 'World Arrested For Indecent Exposure Day'. A lesson learned to my cost when finding out buying lawn feeder from a garden centre can't be classed as horticultural maintenance. My shame exacerbated further by foolishly undertaking the naturist act of procuring... Continue Reading →
Recent episodes of 'devils own luck' with newly purchased electrical appliances struck again this morning when a drill driver (purchased only an hour earlier) proved faulty. Despite the tool's motor working as designed, frustratingly the bit chuck's jaws were less reticent to function as planned (ie not tightening or slackening). This episode subsequently derailing plans... Continue Reading →
On Sunday as the kitchen clock's minute hand shifted onto 08.15am, marking the time of my birth 58 years to the day, I sat at the breakfast table reflecting on the circle of life. In particular, pondering that on that occasion how reliant I'd have been on the 22 year old who'd just given birth... Continue Reading →
This morning, while prepping questions for tomorrows Zoom quiz with the chaps, I've been researching old 1970 TV commercials online. From this trawl down memory lane, I've just productively completed penning ten 'true or false' inquiries. Vigour further inflated by evocations of fond childhood recollections flooding the old cranium during my random delving. Ad tag... Continue Reading →
At reveille this morning I awoke with mind racing. Amongst the notions flying around my neurological corridors like leafs in a zephyr, yours truly pondered if there was an Old Zealand. Not to mention, why Poles get involved with other countries election forecasting. I also mulled over why Isaac Newton initially identified the phenomena of... Continue Reading →