Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
I'm penning this prose from within the hallowed walls of my partner Sarah's living room. A bright and airy room which she has decorated in the minimalist style she so says she prefers. I reckon if truth be told, though, the chamber is only minimalist because she's not yet worked out how to shop-lift a... Continue Reading →
In yesterday's narrative Happy Valley I touched upon some of the characters I worked with when starting my first job as a wet behind the ears sixteen year old boy***. Tales from the National Coal Board (NCB) north east area offices in Gateshead. *** - It was my fault as I'd not taken a brolly to counter... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, chez Strachan had a Smart energy meter fitted, enabling my brood up to date access to statistics about our daily electricity and gas usage cost. It's quite a useful piece of kit, soon proving it's worth by informing us the engineer who fit the device used £1.50 in electricity, the result of all the chuffing cups of tea he consumed during installation. Since... Continue Reading →
Recently sustained by my normal breakfast of choice, marmite on two slices of Kingsmill wholemeal toast, I feel re-energised as I sit down to commence todays narrative. Will my creative juices fulfil me as much of the juices of the orange drink that accompanied the toasted bread? Only time will tell. Of late, I’ve set myself a challenge of writing... Continue Reading →
I was sad to read that Kellingley Colliery in Yorkshire closes today. As a result, the 18th December 2015 will be known historically as the end of deep coal mining in Britain. My first job as a 16 year old was for the National Coal Board (latterly British Coal) at their North East area head... Continue Reading →