Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
This morning my usually fertile mind is utterly bereft of blog topic ideas. A fuzzy head from overdoing celebration birthday drinks for girlfriend Sarah’s aunt a contributing factor towards this epiphany impotence. Yesterday’s shindig taking place within the boundaries of West Yorkshire’s borough of Horbury. Horbury, or ‘Orbury as Sarah refers to it in her... Continue Reading →
After last night’s pleasant evening with my beau Sarah’s family at a Batley restaurant, this afternoon I’ll be Scarborough bound, once again taking up domicile at the site where my campervan currently resides. Footnote – Before proceeding, please take time to absorb the prose in paragraph one… After all, it will be one of the... Continue Reading →
1st August 2022 - Whether they're spending the next few hours bah t'at or wi' t'at, I'd like to wish my fellow Tykes a Happy Yorkshire Day. For the uninitiated who're confused about this tattery of which I speak, they're references to lyrics within the unofficial Yorkshire folk anthem On Ilkley Moor Bah T'at. It's... Continue Reading →
Unlike the Hot Chocolate song which started with a kiss, after prompting from my buddy Sarah, GJ Strachan's final birthday in his 50's started with Alexa singing him a hearty rendition of 'Happy Birthday To You'. The virtual songbird making a far better fist of the famed refrain than yours truly who decided to go... Continue Reading →
On Sunday as the kitchen clock's minute hand shifted onto 08.15am, marking the time of my birth 58 years to the day, I sat at the breakfast table reflecting on the circle of life. In particular, pondering that on that occasion how reliant I'd have been on the 22 year old who'd just given birth... Continue Reading →
I had a rare venture to church yesterday afternoon. A service to celebrate those who've passed and whose funerals had taken place at the venue during the previous twelve months. Amongst those being celebrated my father Malcolm. Amid the throng of similarly bereaved families, my mother, me and several family friends lit a candle for... Continue Reading →
Part of our yesterday's celebrations for Mrs S's birthday were a cocktail at the Liquorist bar on Greek Street, along with lunch at Gino D'Campo's restaurant on Park Row, Leeds. For the latter we were joined by our son Jonny and his fiancée Jenny. Sitting outside the cocktail bar beneath the midday solar rays, my... Continue Reading →
Today's the eighth birthday my diminutive wife has celebrated since her November 2010 prognosis, at the age of 44, indicating her condition would make it unlikely she'd celebrate many more 11th Junes.... Obviously, I'm paraphrasing as medical professionals would never use language as insensitive to a patient - The message though was the same. As... Continue Reading →
It’s St George’s Day today. As I write, English people around the globe will be participating in a ‘knees up’ to celebrate the life of their patron saint. The Scots, Irish and Welsh will also be raising a glass today. Mind you, that isn't in honour of the English patron saint, moreover the result of liking a beer as much of us Anglos. I... Continue Reading →