Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Yesterday afternoon, I had a journey into Morley to pick up my dad's ashes. I'm unsure why, but my inaugural viewing of his urn was one I found even more distressing than delivering the eulogy at his funeral. The sign of the finality ashes bring with them maybe triggered this increased level of sorrow. Alternatively, or maybe in tandem to... Continue Reading →
In the past year or so, I’ve often taken advantage of the ordinarily genial hospitality found in our UK hotels. My hosts ranging on the luxury spectrum from four/five star establishments to the budget hostelries where Lenny Henry dosses (on TV commercials anyway). One thing I've identified in these lodgings, regardless of where they sit in the quality range, is there's always one bedroom... Continue Reading →