Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
At reveille this morning I lay in bed mulling over what the upcoming festive season on Planet COVID would bequeath. Amongst these notions, GJ Strachan attempted to recall how Christmas advents played out prior to my 2019 health issues, marriage split and the coronavirus pandemic. This act of recollection causing me to look back as... Continue Reading →
This morning, door ten of the Strachan advent calendar was opened in a brief and understated ceremony in my dining room. Despite currently residing on my own, during this traditional observance I felt moved to utter a few reverential words before utilising a fingernail to jemmy open the aforementioned door. My short speech entailing a... Continue Reading →
I commence these observations following an hour or so dusting, cleaning and vacuuming the upstairs of chez Strachan. My labour ensuring bedroom surfaces, carpets and bathroom tiles are now bereft of dust and fluff. The resultant gleam from mahogany furniture mirroring that on my face when as a child I first heard Pop Tarts were... Continue Reading →
The much awaited spruce up in my marital homes powerful shower, of which I mentioned yesterday in There’s No Place Like It!, turned into a bit of an anti-climax. Prior to her sojourn north to look after her ailing father, my estranged wife (who'd asked if I'd housesit) advised she now activates the 'Hot Water'... Continue Reading →
While my estranged wife Karen visits her ailing father, I'm housesitting my marital home for the next few weeks. After over a year of not living here, this involves having to re-acquaint myself with kitchen cupboard contents and the cable remote navigation. Sixteen months away from my home of twenty three years is a relatively... Continue Reading →
Under COVID's watch, it's clear brio levels during Halloween, Bonfire Night on the 5th November, along with the Christmas period will be significantly lower than usual. Under virus restrictions, these traditional festivals/events will afford only a fraction of the perennial verve normally brought to the table. Amongst my thoughts on virus impact, it dawned on... Continue Reading →
I'm taking a lazy option when it comes to today's blogging process. Instead of my usual 500 minimum narrative, yours truly intends to share a selection of parody biographical data which form part of books printed and published on my behalf by blookup.com. These predominantly fictional vignettes written with a view of augmenting the clambake's... Continue Reading →
Yesterday evening was Zoom quiz night with six buddies from Gateshead. Three hours with a prevailing landscape awash with an esprit raising amalgam of general knowledge enquiries, live acoustic music and whimsical banter. Among the questions were rounds testing participants UK travel corridor awareness, 1970's glam rock knowledge, movie familiarity and an innovate inquisition from... Continue Reading →
During this morning's dusting and vacuuming session, prior to my mater's return from vacation, I felt moved to refresh the aesthetics of the dining room. A chore which involved moving the cabinet containing hundreds of my late father's CDs, removing his disk player (which is pretty much redundant in the world of streamed music), placing... Continue Reading →