Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Sitting at the dining table seeking inspiration for today's literary bonhomie, I've my two canine buddies Zella and Deano hovering close-by; their mission to secure scraps from the lunch table. Their pitiful sad eyed look bringing to mind a bowl in hand Oliver Twist when seeking a second scrape of gruel from Mr Bumble. As... Continue Reading →
With audible similarities to an aardvark sandpapering a brandy barrel (trust me, I know), the soundscape accompanying the commencement of this blog is Deano the Lhasa Apsop's rasping snore. Little Lord Avashight (as I tend to nickname the diminutive scamp) laid snoozing on the sofa a few feet from my scribing perch. My view that... Continue Reading →
At around midday yesterday yours truly walked a tentative, yet still curious, canine into an Ossett dog grooming salon. Bereft of his coat trimming for several weeks, along with being visually hampered by unkempt facial hair, he looked like a neglected waif and stray. Incidentally, the neglected waif and stray was the dog, not me.... Continue Reading →
On Saturday afternoon I'd a re-occurrence of lower back issues which dog me from time to time. I'm unaware of this latest lumbar incident's cause; however I can say without any doubt the last few days have seen me suffer agonisingly with upper glute muscle discomfort. Trying to take a positive from the event, on... Continue Reading →
In an highly emotive and sad week, they were the first tears of joy I'd witnessed for a while. The water welling in my little lab/retriever buddy Coco's eyes those borne from sampling the Guinness Beef Casserole I'd made for her mum Sam and my tea. My canine chum'll admittedly trough anything and, if truth... Continue Reading →
A pleasant stroll around Ardsley reservoir with Coco provided this mornings raison d'être for yours truly. My little Labrador buddy and I making the most of cooler mid morning temperatures to complete a circuit of the Wakefield parkland. Our slow perambulation around the lake's 1.5 mile circumference allowing the inquisitive canine time to explore every... Continue Reading →
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 →
It's 10.04 am on Sunday 7th March as GJ Strachan commences this potboiler. Coco has been walked, breakfast has been devoured, washing up completed, and now I'm perched close to a roaring gas fire with my trusty laptop. In the distance a background soundscape of classic 1970s/80s refrains plays courtesy of Magic radio. Coco is... Continue Reading →
A week on from my first coronavirus vaccine shot and, mercifully, no negative side affects have thus far manifested. Thankfully, there's been no reoccurrence of the fleeting misconception I suffered a few hours after last week's jab when mistakenly I'd notions of morphing into Scandinavian/British comedienne Sandi Toksvig. A tale I chronicled in greater detail... Continue Reading →