Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Twenty eight years ago today I became a father for the first time following my son Jonny joining the cast of this reality show called life. A rollercoaster of a gig that my boy has thus far weathered relatively well, arriving into adulthood as an engaging and grounded young man of whom I'm very proud.... Continue Reading →
In times of seemingly endless negative and disturbing news stories, escalating worldwide political/religious tensions, enduring personal family issues and my en suite light fitting breaking, seeking a pastime to raise the spirits becomes one of life's necessities. With this in mind, not to mention a desire to ‘give something back’ for the treatment and support... Continue Reading →
It's Sunday morning and the weather has finally got its act together. It's good to look out onto my garden and see this meteorological change resulting in the daffodils, primulas, grape hyacinths and forget me nots taking on an altogether more upbeat body language. There is a kaleidoscopic display on show in the borders this... Continue Reading →
I don't often write of serendipity. Not because I don't have pleasant surprises now and again. After all, what could be more serendipitous than my receipt of Anthony Worrell-Thompson underpants for Christmas.......... That's a brand by the way. They weren't actually Anthony's undies! .............. I bloody hope not anyway! My wee spouse Karen often... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, I had a conversation with an old acquaintance about Christmas gifts. It wasn’t a long conversation, more me asking him “Where the chuff’s my Christmas present?!” Knowing I was joking he laughed and the conversation moved on. He confided in me he’d just undergone a minor hospital procedure to remove something on his head.... Continue Reading →
German born actor Gert Frobe, best known for his portrayal of the title character in the Bond movie Goldfinger, died on this day in 1988 at the age of 75. He passed away in Munich following a heart attack. As he laid in his hospital bed post attack, he is said to have asked the... Continue Reading →
The first James Bond, Scottish National Party (SNP) supporter and man who turned down a chance to play for Manchester United in his twenties, Sir Thomas Sean Connery is 85 today. Yesterday, I passed the very same details as the paragraph above to a group of friends. Their responses ranged from “Ah, I didn’t realise... Continue Reading →