Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
One of the strangest symptoms consequential of my mum's dementia is a her new found love for a china cup she recently found at the back of a kitchen cupboard. "Nothing weird there, Gary!..... Lot's of people, especially those in their dotage, are very fond of a brew in a fine bone china cup.", I... Continue Reading →
Upon departing my marital home in late 2019, wanting to avoid my estranged wife being bereft of DIY utensils I left my existing set for her to use going forward. Consequently meaning I'd cause to procure a brand new toolkit. Not unsurprisingly, she didn't thank me for this benevolence, Instead, in a fit of trademark... Continue Reading →
It's 1.31pm on Sunday 18th July and I feel moved to commence a second narrative of the day. I'm unsure why I've chosen to pen this rare daily sequel; after all, as it stands I've nothing really to report. Well, apart from nearly hacking the end of my thumb off with a cheese slicer while... Continue Reading →
More by chance than any Poirotesque slouthery on my part the mystery of chez Strachan's missing toothpaste tube has been solved. The location of this gel receptacle, which disappeared moments after its arrival within these hallowed walls on Thursday, has baffled this house's finest minds for the last forty eight hours. That being said, classing... Continue Reading →
It's 6.30am on a Saturday morning and I've just woken from the bizarre dream sequence which played out during slumber. This offbeat night vision's plot line including involvement in a game of ice hockey while awaiting my car to be repaired at an adjacent garage. As these scenes manifested, I don't know what surprised me... Continue Reading →
At 4.45am this morning, unable to sleep, I stumbled upon and watched a YouTube clip containing an amalgam of opening titles from a 1970's/80's BBC magazine show called 'Nationwide' (NW). To clarify, this unlikely video vignette landed randomly onto my Facebook timeline. I'd not idiosyncratically googled this compilation during arbitrary nostalgic pangs to witness opening... Continue Reading →
A fragrant redolence of lavender accompanies me while penning today's literary output in Mally's Bar (the garden patio area I've named after my late father) . Its source, you'll be unamazed to learn, a lavender bush situated around two feet to my left. This pleasant bouquet soon to be enhanced further by six (soon to... Continue Reading →
My prevailing knee ligament injury still doggedly refuses to afford me pain free days. This limb trauma, although no longer bestowing acute pain of the initial post-strain days, seemingly determined to persist with imparting me with tendon discomfort. Consequently, although not as pronounced, my limp continues unabated. Thankfully, though, my hobble isn't severe enough to... Continue Reading →
I begin this prose with a woolly head, consequential of yesterday evening's celebrations following England's progression to the final of Euro 2020. A hard fought victory over Denmark, setting up a game with Italy on Sunday to secure European football champions bragging rights. National fever born from Gareth Southgate's boys' achievement seemingly a catalyst to... Continue Reading →