Gary Catures 16

Yee Ha!… It’s Boss Hogg Day!!

I have it on good authority that the 2nd February was Groundhog Day. An occasion citizen’s of Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania, observe the behaviour of local groundhogs as they emerge from their burrows. In particular their reactions to that day’s meteorological conditions. Folklore decreeing:- If it’s cloudy on first leaving their burrows spring will arrive before the…

Tonight Matthew I’m Gonna Be….

One of the largest challenges I face while quilling these daily journals is crafting gags for the more whimsical lexicological offerings. Predominantly written bereft of a sounding bound, I’m writing gags which’ve not been witnessed, approved or dismissed prior to, via writesaidfred.org, launching them unceremoniously onto the worldwide web. Without prior critical feedback seeds of…

JD in HD

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…

On The Street Where I Lived

Through latter day smoke signals which go under the guise of social media, I learned yesterday that ITV’s cop drama Vera was being filmed at the bottom of the Gateshead street where, in the 1970’s/80’s, I spent my fledgling years. This Low Fell cul-de-sac with the Chowdene estate in the southern suburbs of Gateshead, a…

Get Down Shep!

With autumnal temperatures starting to drop in West Yorkshire, it appears the season has shaken off it’s apparent indifference to conclude 2018’s warm spell. The death knell is ringing for deciduous flora and fauna that over the last eight months have graced the front and back gardens of casa Strachan. Soon it’ll be time for…