Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Easter Monday - As I write, I'm plagued by jaw bone discomfort - A self inflicted facial injury, the consequence of my long-term grinding habit. As the act of grating the jaw makes me gurn, it's a tick I thankfully only carry out in the privacy of my own home. Gratifyingly, I don't undertake this... Continue Reading →
Easter Sunday - It’s April Fools Day. As a result we'll have a day littered with inane pranks, silly stories and tiresome practical jokes...... In other words, it’s business as usual dans maison de Strachan. I find some practical jokes quite funny, such as the prank an acquaintance plans involving the filling of hollow Easter... Continue Reading →
"Your/their hair need a right good cut!" An adage frequently delivered in my mother's rich Yorkshire dialect since my 1970's childhood. Mater's way of opining that as a consequence of neglectful grooming the individual she refers to looked a"Right scruffy bleeder."...... Whether it be a messy mullet, unkempt curtain hair, poorly groomed bouffant or a... Continue Reading →
I wrote recently of my scepticism surrounding old wives tales. A mini diatribe not backed on any scientific fact, moreover sneering conclusions born from my ingrained middle-age cynicism. During that narrative, I carelessly omitted to touch on the comedic value of these superstitious folk tales, especially when misquoted. I'm alluding to mixed metaphors and idioms, which are inherently funny when delivered incorrectly. I have... Continue Reading →
Yesterday I wrote of all things philosophy. Well not all things, I mainly conveyed the fictional philosophical words of wisdom by an equally fictional Frenchman named Aidan Le Torche. Today I want to touch upon the lower end of philosophy market - old wives tales. Folklore which, depending on your inclination, are advocacies of gospel truth or... Continue Reading →
Respected French philosopher Aidan Le Torche said of the weather “If it’s cold wear a coat..... If it’s warm don’t wear a coat..... If it’s mild wear a fleece, but not the grey one as it needs a wash.” It wasn’t the most thought provoking or, indeed, inspiring piece of philosophy ever written. However, if adhered to in... Continue Reading →
I'm now within three blogs of no longer penning these daily narratives. With this literary project coming to an end, today I've unearthed the first blog I wrote on 28th March 2015; the date I established my website garystrachan63.com. Reading the piece, it's interesting to revisit my goals and aspirations on the inception of the project; not to mention expectations of output capability. One thing... Continue Reading →
The last two nights have seen new lows in sleep longevity for yours truly. My body clock appears to have developed an alarm which, with the mischief of an advent 'elf on the shelf', finds it humorous to end my slumber at around 1.30am. Consequently, if it wasn't for the caffeine infusing qualities of my good friend Douwe... Continue Reading →
Christmas preparations continued apace in chez Strachan today, with my wife Karen provisionally booking a perennial visit by ghosts of Christmas past, present and future on Christmas Eve night. An annual occurrence deemed necessary by my missus for my redemption after a year of being less than chirpy. Hopefully, when the spectres arrive bearing Christmas fear we won't have a repeat... Continue Reading →