Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
The meteorological gods (Keeley Donovan and the blonde lass who reads the Calendar weather) have decreed that today we shall experience torrential rainfall in the West Yorkshire area. Word is that precipitation of biblical proportions will rain down on the residents of Bardsey, Wetwang, Heckmondwyke and customers of the chip shop with a leaky roof in... Continue Reading →
I’m feeling inordinately disorientated this morning. Allied to continually losing my thread, I’m asking ill thought out questions of the people I engage with on this chilly West Yorkshire day. For example I've just asked someone if the Leeds 10k race tomorrow is in Leeds!...... durrrr! Constantly losing my thread is a real pain in... Continue Reading →
I was chatting to a friend with mental health problems this morning. During our conversation, he used a unusual analogy to describe his current feelings, when he told me he felt like “an overflow car park.” After being asked to elaborate, he explained that he felt that people only engaged with him as a last... Continue Reading →
In the 1980’s the band Fun Boy Three sang ‘The lunatics have taken over the asylum’. That has no relevance to the topic of this narrative, however I thought I’d share it in the event you get asked it at the ‘Green Man’ pub quiz next Tuesday night. Of course it’s highly unlikely you’ll get... Continue Reading →
I’m penning today’s narrative whilst consuming large quantities of left over candy from Halloween. Thankfully this year we bought in sweets the family liked, meaning if there was any confectionery unclaimed by trick or treaters it wouldn't be wasted, as it was in 2015. Last year we bought boiled sweet lollipops as Halloween treats for our costume clad visitors. At the end of All... Continue Reading →
I drove my parents to an out of town shopping centre this afternoon. Which, according to my cutting spouse, makes a change from driving them to drink! The primary reason for the venture being their desire to undertake a food shop at Sainsbury’s supermarket. Despite my pater being not being too chipper at the moment, he stubbornly... Continue Reading →
It’s Halloween, or “A neet fir scraggsers and kets” as an elderly acquaintance bafflingly labels it. A night where ancient pagan liturgy meets with the contemporary ritual of sugar fuelled kids in scary costume. This evening in various parts of the globe, homes will ring to the annual sound of millions of doorbells and cries of ‘Trick... Continue Reading →
Well that’s it, the clocks have gone back..... So has the TV, microwave and the Sir Clive Woodward bone china tea set...... Bloody bailiffs! Seriously, though, after a 60 minute overnight time regression, we are now back on Greenwich Mean Time (GMT). The upshot being British Summer Time (BST) for 2016 has gone to visit... Continue Reading →
Yesterday was a slow news day for Garfield Strachan. Apart from an impulse buy of some new spectacles, a beard trim and making up that my christian name is Garfield, there is nothing overly exciting to report from my Friday. The spectacles were an unintended expense during a venture into the opticians to pick up... Continue Reading →