Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
I've just returned from a morning walk with my canine buddy Coco. A meander with the obligatory aimless wandering, inquisitive sniffing, the marking of territory with four pees and a sign off poop..... And that was just me! Seriously, though, witnessing the sheer glee on my labrador chum's endearing facade, while zig zagging across the... Continue Reading →
Thursday 17th May - I'm sat writing this monologue at the salon of my mum's hairdresser. My attendance here that of dutiful son patiently awaiting to drive his mater home post-haircut. Despite me being firmly entrenched in middle-age, mum feel moved to promise me a bag of M&S Peppa Pig candies if I'm a good... Continue Reading →
Friday 11th May - When I woke I'd not much planned for my day. Conspicuous by it's presence, the white space from my old school paper diary forlornly stared back at me - It's chaste pages bereft of itinerary. As it was, my morning was anything but empty. If it had been pre-planned in my... Continue Reading →
On the 23rd December Panic Saturday will be upon us. A recent inclusion in the festive calendar, I have it on good authority it's the moniker bestowed upon the last Saturday before Christmas Day. A godforsaken few hours in retail purgatory, that would be worthy of entry in a contemporary re-write of Dante's Inferno. An inclusion in... Continue Reading →
As I mentioned yesterday, the Strachan abode is currently being graced by a captivating house guest of the canine variety. When I arrived at the breakfast table this morning, there was no sign of the little lady. On asking my wife of her whereabouts, she responded “She’s in the back garden doing her business.” Being unsure of what... Continue Reading →