Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
I've just got back from collecting for Marie Curie Cancer Care in Leeds city centre. The location for this charitable work was the atrium at the Bridgewater Place office complex; which the morning was officially recorded as 9 on the Carol Kirkwood Effing Freezing Scale...... Bearing in mind the scale only goes up to 5, it gives an indication into how chuffing... Continue Reading →
As part of the seemingly endless destructive global meteorological events, Storm Brian paid us a visit yesterday. We didn't invite 'old Bri', however, on Friday evening BBC Look North's Paul Hudson (other weather presenters are available) mentioned to expect him. He also recommended that if Brian did turn up it would be prudent to hide the single malt whisky. Bri's... Continue Reading →
Although not officially autumn until 22nd September, there was a noticeable autumnal chill yesterday evening in West Yorkshire. It's looking more and more like the meteorological gods aren't going to bequeath the UK with anything remotely akin to summer weather in 2017. It's citizens perhaps not even deriving the consolation of an Indian summer..... Well, unless they travel to India in... Continue Reading →
Patio heater; August eve What gives Aura and Aurai? Is the holidaying in Ibiza ad infinitum? Returning on wings of Ryan imminent? Dissenters tired of sustaining your cat, Watering begonias evermore my remit? When will I see you again enquired trio degrees Addendum when will we share moments special Is amour agenda or merely... Continue Reading →
Chiminea ignited; summertime meteorology remains clandestine Conspiring with already migrated birds; Blighty blighted Sabbatical prior to indulgence of prodigal son, hemisphere south Kill the fatted calf for sub equator folk Hopefully father can elucidate on northern warmth disparity. August chill ignites yeti’s comfort seeking Less clear is need for his attention seeking Chiminea joins in... Continue Reading →
This morning I opened the bedroom curtains to be greeted by a little seen spherical object overhead. Mustard of colour, it bequeathed a comforting warmth to my unshaven face and equally hirsute chest. Through tired eyes, I assumed either the sun had made a welcome return, or Laa Laa had been filled with helium again by his mischievous Teletubby friends. After... Continue Reading →
The denizens of West Yorkshire have today emerged from their Bank Holiday lie in to leaden skies. An aesthetically displeasing weather state, diminished further by a now familiar accompanying breeze. Rarely a day goes by, regardless of season, where there isn’t a gust of some magnitude rustling the pyracantha or damaging the frail stems of the aquilegia. Some... Continue Reading →
Precipitation engulfed east Leeds yesterday. A sign of the changeable climate in the UK was summed up perfectly by a glance outside at my barbeque. The previous day it was a cooking grill, yesterday was it was a soaking wet metal garden ornament standing forlornly in the corner of the patio. When I'm on hold awaiting the Samaritans answering my call, I occasionally read philosophical sayings online. I... Continue Reading →
Despite it still being March, yesterday's pleasant West Yorkshire temperatures allowed for our family Mother's Day roast dinner to be consumed alfresco. The sunny temperate weather enabling my wife, adult children, my parents and I to sit comfortably at the patio table, whilst we chewed the fat...... I knew I should have bought a leaner cut of meat! Only kidding, the... Continue Reading →