The Perils of Being Named Cedric

A humid atmosphere in West Yorkshire is Saturday evening's meteorological companion. Significant downpours not only desperately required by the parched garden flora and fauna, but also to freshen baroscopic readings. Before I proceed, I'd like to welcome the word baroscopic into the fold of words utilised on writesaidfred.org. It's inaugural use has been a long … Continue reading The Perils of Being Named Cedric

Waiting for the Planets to Align?

"It's not in the stars to hold our destiny, but in ourselves."A misquoted mantra attributed to Cassius in Act 1 of Shakespeare's Julius Caesar. Although incorrectly quoted, it matters not as his thoughts on how we shape our destiny bear parallel to what Shakespeare actually penned - “The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, … Continue reading Waiting for the Planets to Align?

Sprinkled Moon Dust in Your Hair

Twenty eight years ago today I became a father for the first time following my son Jonny joining the cast of this reality show called life. A rollercoaster of a gig that my boy has thus far weathered relatively well, arriving into adulthood as an engaging and grounded young man of whom I'm very proud. … Continue reading Sprinkled Moon Dust in Your Hair

Defrosting The Da Vinci Code

Tuesday 24th April - I'm Bexley Wing in situ, sitting on a waiting room sofa adjacent to my wife. Our attendance at the Leeds hospital wing necessitated by her appointment for monthly oncology treatment. Patients left and right aren't clowns and jokers - Although we are 'stuck in the middle'*** of patients and their brood. … Continue reading Defrosting The Da Vinci Code

Weather Sucks; Wetherspoons

Tuesday 17th April - Yesterdays rocketing temperatures in West Yorkshire meant I was able to fulfil my much awaited re-entry into the world of horticultural maintenance. Solar rays bequeathing us warmth hitherto unexperienced in 2018. Heat of such ferocity if you sat close enough to a fire pit it was just about bearable enough to … Continue reading Weather Sucks; Wetherspoons

Rhyming Conundrums

Uninvited, unexpected, unwelcome and under our skin, heavy snow is once again 'gracing' the populace of West Yorkshire. Woken by my spouse Karen's singing as she ironed, this morning I jumped out of bed to be greeted yet again by a carpet of snowflakes...... It's no good, I'm going to have to get that flaming … Continue reading Rhyming Conundrums

Juice Loose Aboot The Hoose

With my wife Karen being at her parents home in the People's Republic of Birtley for the weekend, I spent yesterday in the company of a massive pizza. It didn't possess Karen's charm, nevertheless it proved to be an agreeable companion during my binge-watching of rugby and a dramatization of the 1990s trial of OJ … Continue reading Juice Loose Aboot The Hoose