Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Day four of middle-aged orphanhood following my mother's passing on Sunday. The matriarch leaving this vale of tears to join my father, whose own death preceded his beloved wife of 57 years four winters previously. Of course, becoming an orphan in your fifties is nowhere near as stark as in childhood. That being said, despite... Continue Reading →
I'm currently making the most of sitting in an environment of rare serenity in chez Strachan. For the first time in a week I'm writing a blog without a distracting background soundscape, such as the murmur of daytime TV, nor the thunderous snoring of my mother or Coco (the canine buddy I'm dog sitting until... Continue Reading →
I'd proposed not penning a blog today. Intending instead to commence a significant rewrite of a tome written in 2010, which I'd remissly disregarded, leaving unloved and gathering dust for a decade. However, after a troublesome time attempting to gain White Rose Shopping Centre's (WRSC) wifi access, circumstances conspired against me causing an itinerary rethink.... Continue Reading →
Yesterday evening I decided to remove my beard. Consequently, for first time in many months I'm smooth of visage whilst I wander the avenues and alleyways of Leeds 15..... An unremarkable feat, admittedly, but if you bear with me I'll explain why I felt moved to mention it. Incidentally, when relaying I've removed my beard... Continue Reading →
The old Penny-Farthing bicycle, Dennis Potter's play Pennies from Heaven, priceless stamp the Penny Black and amusement halls Penny Arcades - All deriving their monikers from the centuries old penny coin. "See a penny. Pick it up. All day long you'll have good luck." an adage my mum occasionally proffered to her offspring during their... Continue Reading →