Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
It’s April Fools Day. Consequently, we'll have a day littered with inane pranks, silly stories and tiresome practical jokes…… In other words it’s a dozen or so hours of business as usual at maison de Strachan. I find some practical jokes whimsical and innovative. For instance, yours truly was amused when hearing of a prank... Continue Reading →
Seventy two hours or so after West Yorkshire enjoyed four days of unbroken sunshine, I awoke this morning to witness Blighty's capricious meteorology gods had bequeathed this corner of God's own county a covering of snow. Although forecast, this move to the other extreme of weather's spectrum seemed unthinkable on Saturday when, in 20c degree... Continue Reading →
On Saturday afternoon I'd a re-occurrence of lower back issues which dog me from time to time. I'm unaware of this latest lumbar incident's cause; however I can say without any doubt the last few days have seen me suffer agonisingly with upper glute muscle discomfort. Trying to take a positive from the event, on... Continue Reading →
Ordinarily it's a soothing soundscape borne from the iPhone on my bedside cabinet. An assuasive melody seeking to rise me from the recesses of slumber. A tone playing out as the very anti-thesis of ear-piercing alarms of old which'd shock your night visions into submission, scaring you from your pit in bewilderment looking for a... Continue Reading →
Today sees your capricious scribbler looking after my two canine buddies Deano and Zella. As I write, Deano (the Lhasa apso) is sitting at my feet in what appears to be a mood of quiet contemplation. The wee furry fella displaying the same indifference to ongoing proceedings as yesterday after I inquired if he wanted... Continue Reading →
I write this piece ensconced within a home in the village of Gawthorpe. This area, famed for it's imposing white water tower, sits on the outskirts of Ossett. The West Yorkshire market town which gave us the band Black Lace, who in turn gave us the novelty 'classic' tune Agadoo. The much maligned refrain which,... Continue Reading →
Yesterday afternoon, during discourse with a friend about reality TV, she alerted me to an intriguing program within the genre titled 'The World's Worst Serial Killers'. This broadcasting 'gem' a televisual offering her husband apparently deems as 'must see' fare. Upon hearing the show's label I highlighted the misleading use of the adjective 'worst' within... Continue Reading →
Over the past two years, or so, I've penned on several occasions about my lab/retriever buddy Coco. The loveable canine force of nature whose exuberance on greeting people is delivered with such forceful excitement it wouldn't surprise me if her hello registered on the Richter Scale. As a middle-aged man who'd never owned a dog... Continue Reading →
I've been in a mischievous mood of late. While going about my daily existence, this modality manifesting desires to act upon the devilment frequently springing into yours truly's cognisant mind. Some of these silly episodes making it past the idea stage, gaining liberty into the ether via the conduit of my sometime 'shoot from the... Continue Reading →