Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
As I plough on with these diaries chronicling life under the epee de Damocles, hovering menacingly over the globe in the shape of COVID-19, my mum's sitting opposite deriding an auctioneer on TV show Bargain Hunt. A dour looking fellow who she opines should display a chirpier persona, especially as "He's on the bleeding telly!"... Continue Reading →
I'm beginning to wander if this frequent hand washing malarky, a necessity in this stark COVID-19 era, is starting to erode away my fingerprints. I raise the topic as within the past week I've observed my devices with fingerprint recognition technology seem only to sporadically respond to my dab. My paranoia manifesting notions the access interruption... Continue Reading →
Endeavouring to impart a little levity during these worrying times, I've mulled over various strategies in which I could maybe raise spirits amongst my readership, along with friends/followers on social media. Among these notions the production of recordings, either by video or audio podcasts of some of my narratives. My hybrid Yorkshire/North East accent, and... Continue Reading →
Thankfully, thus far I've had no requirement to self-isolate in the wake of the coronavirus pandemic. A situation I'm relieved about for several reasons, the most predominant being I've absolutely no idea whether to embrace hermitism at my West Yorkshire home, or the planet I oft inhabit whilst embarking on these chronicles. Presently, on the... Continue Reading →
I've just returned from a Health Circuits class at John Smeaton Leisure Centre (JSLC). With the restoration of my post-exercise heart beat back to normal, along with the consumption of a half litre bottle of water, increased serotonin levels are re-invigorating me both physically and mentally. I'm no scientist, in fact so indifferent was my... Continue Reading →
I'd proposed not penning a blog today. Intending instead to commence a significant rewrite of a tome written in 2010, which I'd remissly disregarded, leaving unloved and gathering dust for a decade. However, after a troublesome time attempting to gain White Rose Shopping Centre's (WRSC) wifi access, circumstances conspired against me causing an itinerary rethink.... Continue Reading →
As I begin this prose I'm taking temporary residence in a Costa coffee house in the White Rose Shopping Centre. My OCD being severely tested by having to utilise a different cafe than normal due to flooding at my usual eatery. Circumstances that've led to feelings of angst, an outbreak of hives and a desire... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, my East Ardsley abode (well my mum's to be more accurate) saw the return of Mrs S senior from her week long holiday in Bridlington. Consequently, I've now returned to a life incorporating the old lady's repeatedly asked enquiries, along with the home's TV 'graced' with fueilletons. Soap operas which my sister Helen dubs as... Continue Reading →
I've been sitting here in a south Leeds coffee house for around an hour and only just managed to commence today's narrative. Admittedly this is a self-inflicted delay driven by having temporary access to free shopping centre wifi network connectivity which is far more performant than back in my East Ardsley abode. The faster response... Continue Reading →