Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Today, I sought topic inspiration for this blog by asking my diminutive spouse to tell me the first thing that entered her head; informing her I would use what she replied with as the subject of the narrative aujourd’hui. To my surprise she responded “The neurophysiological pathology and clinical advancements of stem cell science.” Karen can be a real dark... Continue Reading →
Public schools, the breeding ground of our future leaders, captains of industry and an elite who will save us the energy of thinking for ourselves while they subliminally mould us into acquiescence. Let me begin by saying, as a man who was educated at comprehensive schools in 1970’s Gateshead, in the north east of England,... Continue Reading →
Tomorrow I’m taking my dad down to Birmingham for the t20 Blast cricket finals day. As a big Yorkshire cricket fan, Mally is chuffed that he will get to see his beloved county play on a finals day for the first time. Generally an undemonstrative man, I find it heartening to sample the joy he... Continue Reading →
As a middle aged man addled with cynicism and with bitterness to spare, it is heartening to know my erratic mind still occasionally revisits the immature double entrendre destinations of my youth. I’m not overly proud of the jokes themselves, however it is comforting to know I still have one foot in the portal of my... Continue Reading →
“Wake up and smell the coffee!” is a comment we could all do with hearing every now and again. I always find being given that piece of advice useful to re-focus on the positive aspects of my life. That being said, I’m not as appreciative of receiving those words when asleep at 7am after my... Continue Reading →
I’m having my boiler replaced today. Incidentally, that’s the house boiler not mine!...... I’m not equipped with a boiler; not since I had it removed after problems with my flue!....... Flaming heck I’ve gone into ‘Carry On….’ mode, I best move on quickly! When I was a nipper, my mum said to me “If you... Continue Reading →
Saturday 19th September 1970 probably doesn’t register in the conscious mind of most people as anything special. Potentially, if you are a rock music aficionado, you may know it as the day of the first Glastonbury Festival held at Michael Eavis's farm in Glastonbury. A keen rock fan may also register the date as one... Continue Reading →
I had a discussion about voice recognition security with a representative of a financial institution today. Displaying the usual excellent customer service I've come to expect from the keepers of the Strachan fortune, I was interestingly provided with an insight into how part of my security details could be partly verified by my voice. Re-assured... Continue Reading →
We had a family discussion this morning which broached upon the subject of the principality of Wales. The living room in Chez Strachan rang out with erudite verbal interactions, predominantly centring around the naming convention utilised by the Welsh back in the day. In particular, we discussed how we felt this nicknaming would manifest itself... Continue Reading →