Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
This morning the UK government announced they've ordered millions of doses of Pfizer's coronavirus vaccine. Thank the Lord, the cavalry is on its way and come springtime this country's populace maybe able to reclaim some semblance of pre-COVID existence. Our leaders bulletin making today a historic day; one which'll live long in the memory..... Unless,... Continue Reading →
At school my weakest subjects were science based lessons. Chemistry, Biology and Physics bored me, and as such I paid them little mind. Subsequently dropping them like a stone at 14 years old; concentrating instead on language based subjects. Consequently, this misguided immaturity of youth meant entering adulthood with a shaky, at best, grasp of... Continue Reading →
With perpetual days playing out to the same old daily storyline, I'm starting to notice little indicators that life in quarantine has subliminally started to impact my behaviour. For instance, eight weeks without leave aboard the good ship Chez Strachan imparting me with enough interest in daytime TV show Bargain Hunt to actively learn the monikers... Continue Reading →
It's my birthday. Without wishing to appear overly melodramatic, a landmark two recent medical afflictions nearly deprived me of. January's cardiac arrest and a gastric haemorrhage earlier this month a duo of unwelcome life events that battered me physically, but thankfully thus far haven't broken my mental spirit. Anyhow, enough of the morbid what might've... Continue Reading →
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 →
"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 →
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 →
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 →
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 →