Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
You can say what you want about us Brits, but no one can take away our ingrained capacity to nail pomp, circumstance and royal celebration. A point gloriously highlighted over a weekend witnessing two days of festivities to mark King Charles III's coronation. As expected the ceremony which saw our new monarch crowned was undertaken... Continue Reading →
As my dear old mum would say, Thursday 19th June is being played out accompanied by "Weather for ducks!" Incidentally, as no doubt the Leeds lass would've prefixed the word 'weather' with the mildly cursory 'bleeding', I'm paraphrasing at this juncture. The word 'bleeding' her go to adverb in the occasions Maggie feels she's perhaps... Continue Reading →
If nothing else, the weather on planet COVID's not been overly disagreeable in the past fortnight. Sure we've experienced a few gusty days which endeavoured to blow our garden parasol, along with a cluster of garden shrubs, into next week. However, the climates been temperate enough to afford regular tendering of chez Strachan's flora and... Continue Reading →
"I'm glad you found it...... It's awful when you can't find a book!" A well-meaning, yet idiosyncratic comment relayed last week by Mrs Strachan senior on hearing I'd managed to acquire a thus far elusive copy of the book 'celebrating' TV magazine show Sunday Brunch. The above tome standing at number three on my son... Continue Reading →
It's midday on Wednesday and I've spent the last hour or so fitting an integrated fridge into our kitchen units. A job elongated by over cautiousness from never undertaking this type of task before; not to mention the onerous job of locating the necessary tools among the boxes of DIY detritus adorning my garage shelves.... Continue Reading →
Last week I wrote a narrative containing untrustworthy recollections from my senior high schooldays in Low Fell, Gateshead. Within those memories I touched upon a sandwich shop called The Griddle - During my schooldays a 'go to' source for midday refreshment. In the 1970s/80s, this Durham Road deli was heavily patronised by Heathfield Senior High... Continue Reading →
I've decided to undertake an easier literary route with writesaidfred.org's final posting of 2018. Taking a lead from various media channels at this time of year, I'm going to look back over snippets of my content postings during the past twelve months. My informational sources the insight data available to me via administrative access on... Continue Reading →