Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
I have had a buddy from Gateshead stopping at my Wakefield apartment for the past two days. A cohort of mine since working together at the National Coal Board head office in the early 1980's, he (also named Gary) taught me a huge amount about inappropriate humour; including the limerick starting 'The was a young... Continue Reading →
My partner Sarah's residence, where I'm penning this piece, is around 200 yards as the crow flies from the Ossett care home where my mum passed away around eighteen months ago. With my beau out earning some pennies at the supervised living home where she plies her trade, I'm sitting here thinking about mater. In... Continue Reading →
Yesterday a special friend of mine underwent a minor cosmetic procedure to enhance her lips. She's not asked me to maintain her privacy, nevertheless, for the purposes of anonymity I'll call this buddy Mavis Greensleeves of 27 Edelweiss Way, East Climstead, Yorkshire. Footnote - When I say special friend, I am referring to the place... Continue Reading →
A few years back I wrote a blog about baroque period composer Johann Sebastian Bach... Or should that be a few years Bach, not back?... No, no, I was right first time. Within that fictional essay I somehow managed to divert from the original narrative topic of the UK’s 1715 Riot Act. Instead segwaying onto... Continue Reading →
I'm accompanied by the orchestral caterwauling of various workmen outside of my apartment as I commence this journal. The culprits of this disagreeable soundscape a bunch of high visibility vested fellas seemingly intent on distracting me from the literary task at hand... Well, if truth be told, although these highlighter pen lookalikes are quite vocal,... Continue Reading →
I was introduced to the delights of the West Yorkshire town of Horbury for the first time on Saturday evening, A night cruising the Wakefield satellite borough seeing yours truly getting up to sing karaoke for the fourth time in two weeks. This questionable piece of spontaneity seeing me warbling a version of Keane's 'Somewhere... Continue Reading →
The wind is darned gusty this morning; this inclement weather so blustery that during my short walk from apartment building door to the car a gust seized my cap and hairpiece. The pair last seen hurtling over the horizon in a north easterly direction towards Castleford... An episode made even stranger by the fact I... Continue Reading →
Scene - Friday afternoon in an east Leeds coffee shop. A middle-aged man of erratic mind enjoys a catch up over a cappuccino with an uncle in his dotage. Perched on stools on stools in the company of local coffee patrons and three baristas, what follows are excerpts from the duo's post-noon verbal exchanges. "Things... Continue Reading →
It's the bane of any dog owners life, but like it or not is a task they've to grin and bear on a daily basis... Well, it is the down side for the one's who have the decency to pick up after their canine. Gathering up a pooches poop won't sit within even the most... Continue Reading →