Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
“We dreamers have our ways Of facing rainy days And somehow we survive….. “ Those first three lines of lyrics from Barry Manilow’s song ‘I Made It Through The Rain’ sprung to mind yesterday during a discussion with my wife on her 50th Birthday. The words made an unscheduled cranial visit while we discussed the... Continue Reading →
Due to her 8:15am hospital appointment for a CT scan, Karen and I were out of the house at 7.30am this morning. She greeted this investigative work with the similar stoicism she's exhibited during numerous other appointments over the last half decade. Without fail she displays a prodigious positivity whether it be appointments with oncologists,... Continue Reading →
We are on countdown this week dans la maison Strachan in the run up to Karen’s 50th birthday on Saturday. Incidentally, when I say we are on countdown, I’m not referring to making an appearance on the Channel 4 quiz that tests numeric and word dexterity (that would start with a capital C). I allude to... Continue Reading →
I’m told that the line dividing inane and insane is blurred. In the days when a more sensitive incarnation of Gary Strachan worried what people thought of him, this line was approached with greater caution. I predominantly stayed clear of publicly writing things where it wasn’t apparent to me which side of this line a... Continue Reading →
My preparations for Karen’s up and coming 50th birthday continue at a pace. Due to her illness, she has requested I spend money on different shows, gigs and maybe breaks in 2016 as gifts, as opposed to an expensive keepsake like jewellery or framing the winter gas bill! With this in mind, she has already... Continue Reading →
My capricious nature often takes me on a journey of fickiality......Incidentally, I know there is no such word as the made up 'f' word above, but I like it so it stays. During this time my mind races with creative thoughts which on occasion can be inspired humourous observations. However, they can just as easily... Continue Reading →
Yesterday I had a full day of chauffeuring, a hospital visit, assembling a patio heater, shopping for supplies for my dad’s 80th party and latterly sat under my patio heater warming against the unseasonably cold evening. As a result, penning my daily blog wasn't possible. To clarify, when I say shopping for supplies for my dad’s 80th... Continue Reading →
Despite the gratifying stability of her tumours, Karen has felt particularly poorly recently. At times her pallor varies from grey to a light mustard hue; colours that enforce her assertion that all is not well. This malaise is no doubt be related to the unwanted but immovable visitor, who's hung around the family like a... Continue Reading →
I start this narrative on Karen's and my third sit in a hospital waiting room this week. To clarify we are in waiting room's for her appointments with consultants, nursing staff and today with a physio..... We don't just turn up randomly to get warm and read 'Peoples Friend' from June 2009! Karen is sat... Continue Reading →