Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
My buddy Sarah is back at work tomorrow after a ten day sabbatical away from her role as a care home support worker. This decuple of dawns and dusks spent predominantly in the company of a devilishly handsome chap and her two dogs. Not forgetting several hours in the presence of the Ossett lasses much... Continue Reading →
After two days of sporadic snowfall, It was a fillip this morning to once again sit at the breakfast table with solar rays kissing my balding crown. Stolen moments when an audiobook filled some of the knowledge voids I hold about The Beatles as I chomped on marmite with toast in the company of dogs... 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 →
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 →
Today's narrative is co-written by a special friend who's sitting next to me on the sofa providing offbeat prose and vape smoke. When I say special friend I don't mean I'm that fond of her; moreover she's a bit dim. Coincidentally (well nearly) she was brought up in the west Leeds suburb of Gildersome, a... Continue Reading →
After a few months sabbatical from bi-weekly Zoom quiz nights with buddies from Gateshead, yesterday evening it was good to remount that inquisitorial challenge horse. Yours truly's reasons for a hiatus not borne from diminished brio from previous attendance at these fun-filled clambakes. Moreover, GJ Strachan's dark mood consequential of prevailing familial events during the... Continue Reading →
I'm unsure how the Facebook marketing algorithm targets which advertisements render onto my timeline, however, on the very off chance a member of the company is reading this, I'd respectfully suggest a wee parameter re-tweak to your selection mechanism. After all, among this weeks material hurdled carelessly in GJ Strachan's direction have been adverts selling... Continue Reading →
Following the granting of probate, along with the prospective sale of our parents home of 32 years in the pipeline, yours truly will soon embark on a journey of seeking alternative living accommodation. House moves can the most capricious and stress inducing of bed-fellows; however, I'll board the good ship SS Realtor with an open... Continue Reading →
A topic for today's blog currently evades me. This bloc d'écrivains not eased any by a panoramic scan of the living room's contents, which aren't providing much inspiration during this epiphany barren time. Amongst those items catching my eye are a dozen photographs of family members, a crystal filled wall unit, a nest of tables,... Continue Reading →