Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
With my mother (in whose house I'm currently residing) being away with her buddies in Bridlington, I've been home alone all week. This freedom resulting in yours truly indulging upon a 'debauched' seven day existence. A time where I freely cooked meals without potatoes, along with embracing the opportunity to pursue a bohemian life without... Continue Reading →
It's back!!.... The prodigal sun has returned to Yorkshire. Kill the fatted calf, ignite the spit roast coals (well, bbq briquettes), replenish your ever depleting vitamin D levels and rejoice! If weather forecasters are to be believed, the UK has entered a meteorological Indian summer stage..... Or was that the India is due a UK... Continue Reading →
It was three and a half hours of exacting engagement. An evening the sextet of participants will never forget..... Well, until midday today anyhow. Via the conduit of a Zoom video session, the protagonists gave their all (which wasn't much, admittedly) to prevail as quiz king, along with trying to tap the obscenely rich Tony... Continue Reading →
Under coronaviruses watch, I've started succumbing to a practise which's ordinarily a huge bug bear of mine - This the act of comfort buying. Even worse, some of the impulse online purchases are taking place after a couple of glasses of wine. This practise, to borrow a much used phrase by the old lady, setting... Continue Reading →
The morning of Friday 28th August sees yours truly's epiphany bank as barren as a post menopausal trout. Tiredness borne from a week of erratic sleep, a fuzzy mind consequential of a glass of wine too far during last night's Zoom quiz, along with lower motivation levels, all contributing to the prevailing idea block. Incidentally,... Continue Reading →
This afternoon, aching and perspiring profusely after several hours gardening, I took an invigorating shower. Returning downstairs groomed and in fresh clothing, my mother averted her gaze from a daytime TV show, enquiring, "Have you had a shower, Gary?" As I was now adorning fresh clothing, along with being significantly less mucky than when I... Continue Reading →
In October 1983 a brand spanking new snooker centre opened adjacent to the Springfield Hotel on Durham Road, Gateshead. Being a big fan of the game back then, along with a few mates, I signed the dotted line to become a club member. With the exception of a dimwit called Nadger***, who'd regularly chalk the... Continue Reading →
On Monday afternoon I took a first recuperative walk since being discharged from hospital, embarking on a short meander to the end of the street and back. Only a few hundred yards in distance and undertaken on flat terrain, it was hardly Hannibal's trek across the Himalayas; however I was heartened to witness an improvement... Continue Reading →
Around eighteen months ago I dabbled at extending my literary boundaries by trying my hand at writing poetry. All very pompous and tongue in cheek stuff, delivered in an olde worlde style, some of which can be found on my website writesaidfred.org under the menu title of 'Pretentious Prose'. https://strachan.blog/2017/06/24/pretentious-prose/ These pieces of work were... Continue Reading →