Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Chestnuts roasting on a open fire Jack Frost nipping at your nose Yuletide songs being sung by a choir Folks dressed up like Eskimos. Just a few of this morning's distractions to my literary flow. Attempting to write a narrative when someone's nipping your nose, not to mention enduring the tuneless cacophony of a choir outside, was quite a challenge....... I probably... Continue Reading →
Christmas preparations continued apace in chez Strachan today, with my wife Karen provisionally booking a perennial visit by ghosts of Christmas past, present and future on Christmas Eve night. An annual occurrence deemed necessary by my missus for my redemption after a year of being less than chirpy. Hopefully, when the spectres arrive bearing Christmas fear we won't have a repeat... Continue Reading →
Yesterday I wrote of a trip to the north east of England twelve months ago; an evocation courtesy of our social media overlord Facebook, via their ‘On This Day’ application. Over the last few years Mark Zuckerburg’s baby has provided me with the opportunity to exhibit jokes and life scenarios of varying humour levels, providing... Continue Reading →
Door number 7 on the advent calendar opened effortlessly this morning. A small tug of the sticky tape applied by the pilferer of its former confectionery contents was all that was required to relinquish its union with the calendar façade. The shape of the plastic insert behind the door, where the candy should have been housed,... Continue Reading →
With only a Cadburys fresh air advent calendar on display, there currently isn’t much of a festive ambience in chez Strachan. With this in mind, I intend to raise the yuletide cheer levels later by venturing to my local garden centre to acquire a Christmas tree. I know that’s hardly news that will make this evenings TV... Continue Reading →