Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
There is a particularly striking blueness to the sky this morning. Accompanied by sporadic clumps of chaste white clouds, along with the absence of any breeze, it feels meteorologically as though spring has woken from its slumber. Not wanting to describe this vivid colour as merely sky blue, I sought inspiration from online to provide a... Continue Reading →
When you reside in the United Kingdom, there has to be an acceptance (begrudged or otherwise) of the unpredictability of its temperate climate. Our summers are unlikely to bequeath us sustained periods of sunshine. However, on the flip side, unless you live in Frank the butcher's walk in freezer, winters are ordinarily milder than those... Continue Reading →
A year ago today, Storm Imogen spitefully ravaged large areas of England and Wales. Causing devastation in her wake, the high maintenance Immy's attention seeking ensured her hissy fit received nationwide recognition, via numerous TV news appearances........... All this because her hubby Ian wouldn't buy her that little black number from Harvey Nicks! On witnessing... Continue Reading →
As we hurtle towards February, like a 5th century Byzantine fleeing Attila the Hun, temperatures have taken a dip in Blighty. The chill isn’t anywhere near as severe as a Canadian winter or the welcome you get at my wife’s parents house. However, winter feels as though it's finally taken hold of our sceptre isle. The cold... Continue Reading →
Todays weather forecast is that there’s going to be a snow blizzard in Leeds this afternoon. Blimey there’s nothing to this weather forecasting malarkey. Keeley Donovan and Paul Hudson, you guys get money for old rope........ Incidentally, If you also receive remuneration for new rope give me a shout, as I’m currently refurbishing a schooner. With spending my... Continue Reading →
It’s 2.13pm on the 22nd December. An elderly chap is playing ‘Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas’ with enthusiasm on a grand piano in the foyer of St James’ Bexley Oncology Institute. He played with gusto earlier, but he isn't now as his Swedish pal has just gone for a coffee. Looking at him, I'd guess the old guy has... Continue Reading →
As we hurtle relentlessly towards ‘Christmas Day’, this morning's winter sky exhibited a greyness akin to that John Major’s Prime Ministership in the 1990’s. Like the former Tory leader, the prevailing meteorological conditions were undemonstrative, dank, middle of the road and uninspiring. However, unlike JM (as his monogrammed handkerchief knows him), there has been no hanky panky... Continue Reading →
I’ve not been awake long. As I write this introduction, my eyesight still hasn’t fully focussed, culminating in my vision returning unclear views and distant vague shadows. I’ve either very tired, or I’m wearing Karen’s contact lens again! I best go check as last time I inadvertently wore my spouses sight correction devices I spent the... Continue Reading →
Yesterday evening as the last remnants of the solar rays bid a fond farewell to jardin de Strachan, a barbeque feast fit for a king took place. To be honest, I’m probably going overboard with the ‘feast fit for a king’ description as it was only marinated chicken, salad and potatoes. But hey I’m attempting... Continue Reading →