Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
During a chat yesterday with my son Jonny, where we exchanged felicitations for the new year, my eldest offspring asked if I'd set myself any resolutions for 2021. Aware that his pater generally looks for a quip as a default response, it was a question he suffixed by adding "Incidentally, I mean the year 2021,... Continue Reading →
Well, it's race almost run. The year which bequeathed stark episodes as frequently as a Costco employee hands out food samples, lays moribund on a ventilator. The annus horribilis taking its final shallow breaths while 2021 patiently waits outside the ICU in readiness to grasp the almanac baton. At some juncture on its watch the... Continue Reading →
2019 lays moribund edging towards its demise in a few hours time. It's passing signalling not just the end of the year, but also a decade which's been a rollercoaster whose troughs and dips occasionally caused me to metaphorically scream to get off. This soon to be laid to rest decade starting as the rest... Continue Reading →
Good Friday 2018 - The diva daffodils that adorn my garden borders have finally made their fashionably late entrance. At last deciding to 'go for it' after losing patience waiting for this capricious weather to warm up long term. Yesterday, a wag on social media likened the current erratic weather behaviour to that of a... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, I was talking to a family member who told me that their new years resolution was to stop smoking. It was a bit of a surprise as I'd not realised my 10 year old nephew was a smoker, but credit to the kid for trying to break the habit. That was only a joke by... Continue Reading →