Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
After spending an hour or so this morning ensconced in Pinderfields hospital Accident & Emergency (A&E) department, Wakefield, I'm back home nursing the knee injury sustained yesterday in a freak incident. An ordinarily innocent enough twisting motion while rising from a garden chair the source of GJ Strachan's prevailing joint agony. Anyhow, the diagnosis is... Continue Reading →
Exhausting the superlatives utilised to describe the enchantment of the Lake District has it's challenges. In the absence of a better simile, the degree of difficulty in achieving the paucity of adjectives is akin to an inward high board dive incorporating a tuck, pike, along with a straight water entry. For centuries the aesthetic splendour... Continue Reading →
According to meteorologists and a local pensioner's bunions, the icy temperatures strangling the UK show no sign of relenting in the coming days. Originating in Scandinavia and dubbed the 'Beast from the East', this meteorological front is currently acquiring more column inches than any other news story. Apart, that is, from Saturday's English rugby defeat... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, Karen and I were heartened to receive a phone call from our daughter Rachel, who's currently residing in Canada. Amongst the many things we discussed during this erudite interaction, my offspring apologised for her recent astronomical monthly phone bill (which I’m paying). The irony of someone ringing to apologise for over-spending on their phone wasn’t lost on... Continue Reading →
Our humble abode will be graced by a special guest today when a beguiling little lady comes to stay. A visitor who exudes the elegance of Grace Kelly, has the captivating eyes of Elizabeth Taylor, along with the elfin face of Audrey Hepburn. A consummate beauty whose ventures outdoors stops passers-by in their tracks, as they stand agog at her... Continue Reading →