Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
This morning, in preparation for the arrival of a garbage skip later this week I've undertaken the stress busting task of smashing up a single bed with a lump hammer. Like pounding a punch bag, which I undertook during circuit sessions when pre-COVID gym visits were allowed, it's a chore bequeathing an immeasurable lightening of... Continue Reading →
Saturday 28th April - Childhood 'Oor Wullie' and 'The Broons' annuals, original Ladybird books from the 1970's, family photos from the last seventy years and a commemorative plate from the 1981 marriage of Prince Charles to Lady Diana Spencer - Just a snapshot of the gems unearthed during this morning's final purge of mater's garage.... Continue Reading →
I wrote yesterday of childhood haircuts in the narrative You’ll Thank Me One Day! In particular brother Ian and I having to sport short hair, a consequence of our mother (Maggie) strongly disapproving of styles longer than collar length. Appropriate male grooming wasn't mater's only obsession at the time. Her appearance fixation also extended to the... Continue Reading →
My son Jonny and I undertook further garage clearance in chez Strachan senior on Sunday. Unshaven and dressed to combat the West Yorkshire chill, the pair of us looked like bungling thieves Harry and Marv from the movie Home Alone. Thankfully, our well-meaning graft wasn't hampered by an elaborate set of traps set by the neighbourhood... Continue Reading →