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 →
On this day in mid-1960's my younger brother Ian made his inaugural appearance into the world. Born at our Leeds home, our kid arrived shortly after, in their second World Heavyweight Championship fight Cassius Clay had knocked out Sonny Liston. With Clay (latterly Muhammed Ali) winning by first round KO, Ian didn't arrive in time to... Continue Reading →
Due to inadvertently leaving my laptop at partner Sarah's home on Ossett's outskirts, I'm journaling this literary piece on a cheap tablet procured in July for me and my amour's Majorcan summer trip. A purchase made to mitigate against my Macbook receiving a sun factor 20 cream coating while penning poolside. Despite this device affording... Continue Reading →
It's week on from leaving the clan Strachan gathering in Aberdeenshire. Seven days of existential reflection; sporadic hours where the romantic in me manifested notions of moving to that area of Scotland on a long term basis. That dominions aesthetic beauty and my middle-age desire for peace and tranquility a catalyst for ill thought out... Continue Reading →
Yesterday afternoon, I arrived back in West Yorkshire following an excellent week at a Strachan clan gathering in Aberdeenshire. The five hours it took to drive home from my overnight stop in Dumbarton diminishing energy levels, but not my high spirits borne from seven days of mixing with my tribe. On returning into chez Strachan... Continue Reading →
Twenty six years ago tomorrow, in a Bedfordshire hospital maternity ward, my second offspring made a surprise appearance. To clarify, when I say surprise I'm referring to the fact my new-born daughter Rachel was born a week early - Not my wife Karen hadn't realised she was pregnant. An observation I can relay with certainty... Continue Reading →
August Bank Holiday Monday - Mercifully, the twenty four hours of incessant precipitation over large swathes of the UK has at last abated. Feeling inspirationally spent on waking, this morning I wasn't going to bother penning my usual daily narrative. Unsure of what my itinerary was going to entail, initial thoughts revolved around viewing a... Continue Reading →
Friday 25th April - My existential odyssey began on this day in the 1960's; the location of delivery a West Yorkshire maternity home. I've no idea whether I arrived standard post or recorded delivery - Thankfully, though, I was a package my parents wanted so avoided having 'Return to Sender' stamped on my forehead. That... Continue Reading →
Existential departure lounge Sorry, but passport bereft traveller can’t venture Instead, seeking return to bosom of brood Akin to kin, interim delay in one way flight sought He’ll return eventually, aware avoidance not option. Where art aviation controllers strike? Where art handlers o’ baggage mischief? Where art failure technical? Where art meteorological interference? Conspicuous... Continue Reading →