Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
I spent the predominant period of my weekend a few miles away in West Yorkshire's Gawthorpe village; located on Ossett's outskirts. Despite the care home where my mother passed in October of last year sitting within its boundaries, through a close friendship with one of its residents (Sarah), it's a borough of which I've become... Continue Reading →
Individuals who know me will vouch, when it comes to what makes me laugh, I'm sporadically liable to regress back into childhood behaviour. Episodes where I'm prone to belly laugh over the most randomly innocuous or absurd whimsical events. An example of this during my fledgling years played out as a ten year old. An... Continue Reading →
This morning my habitual negligence for leaving stuff in pockets of hoodies/jeans pre-launder reached a new pinnacle. Ordinarily, these faux pas' result in a tissue, which's been washed and spun for an hour, exploding within the washing machine barrel. An episode ordinarily leaving post-wash garments covered with dandruff-like debris. Producing a post-wash landscape similar to... Continue Reading →
Ashes from last night's chiminea fire stare back at me as I commence today's descriptif quotidien. Hopefully that snippet of info paints the landscape I'm scribing this prose from a rattan pew at the top of my back garden. Although saying that, as I doubt you know the location my aforementioned fire pit, or indeed... Continue Reading →
Recently, during a period of free time afforded by my early retirement, I've mulled over strategies which'd address the unhealthier elements of my lifestyle. To be clear, this pondering hasn't as yet seen me embrace the steps I need to follow; but as they say 'It's the thought that counts'. Seriously, though, this period of... Continue Reading →
After two days of sporadic snowfall, It was a fillip this morning to once again sit at the breakfast table with solar rays kissing my balding crown. Stolen moments when an audiobook filled some of the knowledge voids I hold about The Beatles as I chomped on marmite with toast in the company of dogs... Continue Reading →
It’s April Fools Day. Consequently, we'll have a day littered with inane pranks, silly stories and tiresome practical jokes…… In other words it’s a dozen or so hours of business as usual at maison de Strachan. I find some practical jokes whimsical and innovative. For instance, yours truly was amused when hearing of a prank... Continue Reading →
On Saturday afternoon I'd a re-occurrence of lower back issues which dog me from time to time. I'm unaware of this latest lumbar incident's cause; however I can say without any doubt the last few days have seen me suffer agonisingly with upper glute muscle discomfort. Trying to take a positive from the event, on... Continue Reading →
Ordinarily it's a soothing soundscape borne from the iPhone on my bedside cabinet. An assuasive melody seeking to rise me from the recesses of slumber. A tone playing out as the very anti-thesis of ear-piercing alarms of old which'd shock your night visions into submission, scaring you from your pit in bewilderment looking for a... Continue Reading →