Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Yesterday afternoon, within the welcoming environment of our parents home, my sister Helen, her husband Steve, daughter Megan, my wife Karen and I cordially lunched with mater and pater. As ever, the quality of the buffet lunch didn't disappoint. If food critic Egon Ronay had have been present he would have undoubtedly bestowed a glittering review on... Continue Reading →
Parental Guidance - The author wishes to make it clear this parody prose contains naughty words that rhyme with duck, frastard and frollocks....... Well maybe not frollocks......... Baa Baa Black Sheep Have you any tuck No sir, no sir, have I f*** Adapted rhyme of wayward member of brood. The Grand Old Duke of York... Continue Reading →
Yesterday evening while scoured the enlightening world of social media, I was surprised by a post I spotted from my daughter Rachel, who's currently residing in Canada. In the brief message she informed followers that she'd shortly be jumping out of a plane. A number of thoughts raced through my neurological corridors on viewing my offspring's short post. Firstly, I... Continue Reading →
I commence this narrative sitting at the patio table in my sanctuaire de jardin. Scanning the cornucopia of colour exhibited in the garden borders, it has occurred to me that I'm unable to recollect the names of a few plants that bring much solace. It can't be compared to the ignorance of a uninquisitive lothario who doesn't furnish himself with the moniker of... Continue Reading →
Patio heater; August eve What gives Aura and Aurai? Is the holidaying in Ibiza ad infinitum? Returning on wings of Ryan imminent? Dissenters tired of sustaining your cat, Watering begonias evermore my remit? When will I see you again enquired trio degrees Addendum when will we share moments special Is amour agenda or merely... Continue Reading →
The Knavesmire racecourse in York was the destination of yesterday's sojourn for my wife and yours truly; the event in question, Ladies Day of the annual Ebor meeting. It's a day that creates unfettered colour from jockey silks, along with the splendid outfits of peacock suited ladies and gents. This aesthetically pleasing kaleidoscopic vision enhanced further by the majesty of... Continue Reading →
Chiminea ignited; summertime meteorology remains clandestine Conspiring with already migrated birds; Blighty blighted Sabbatical prior to indulgence of prodigal son, hemisphere south Kill the fatted calf for sub equator folk Hopefully father can elucidate on northern warmth disparity. August chill ignites yeti’s comfort seeking Less clear is need for his attention seeking Chiminea joins in... Continue Reading →
A minor wish on the Gary Strachan bucket list was fulfilled yesterday. It didn't provide the adrenalin rush of a zip wire ride, or the aesthetic beauty of an Alaska cruise, nevertheless it's an ornate possession I've coveted for a while. The fulfilment of this ambition was quite simply the acquisition of a globe, at John Lewis' in Leeds. To clarify, the globe could... Continue Reading →
Despite both of my offspring being in adulthood for a few years now, like most parents I still attempt to make myself available for guidance, mentoring or just a good old fashioned chat where we rip the p**s out of each other. Over the twentysomething years Jonny and Rachel have resided in this dysfunctional universal portal (incidentally, that's planet Earth not chez Strachan), it's given me immense pride... Continue Reading →