Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
It's Saturday morning. Sitting here in the dining room of my parents house on the Wakefield/Leeds borders, I'm mulling over my itinerary for this pleasant autumnal day. As I'm easily distracted, though, I don't envisage this period of contemplation will be overly protracted. My mum has been in the kitchen updating their fridge magnets with the latest news on... Continue Reading →
With our family head's health taking a turn for the worse, Thursday was a particularly tough day for our clan's emotional state. Ensconced in one of the Leeds Teaching Hospitals all week, his condition appeared to be deteriorating as each day dawned. Without going into too much detail, pater's condition twenty four hours ago saw him almost fully dependent... Continue Reading →
As I commence this yarn, I’m sitting in the bowels of the Clarendon Wing, at the Leeds General Infirmary (LGI). Perched beside me are two family members; dynasty heads, positive of demeanour and caring of character. One is reading an article on cholesterol, during a rare venture from the sports pages of the newspaper, the Daily Propaganda.... Continue Reading →
After penning a narrative yesterday about my dad, who is a poorly chap at the minute, I was heartened to be the recipient of kind feedback, along with good wishes from family and friends. Amongst this was a request for me to write more about him (Mally) as “...he seems a really nice guy.” This request surprised me a... Continue Reading →
As I pen this narrative, I'm currently sitting at the Bexley oncology wing with my dad (Mally). My mum, who is also in attendance, reckons today is his penultimate radiotherapy session. Although I'm pretty sure she's incorrect and it's his second last treatment. As I write this he is filling his time reading a tabloid newspaper. It is... Continue Reading →
In this blog I thought I’d have a change of style and display my serious and sensitive side .……. I think I’ve just heard the sound of jaws collectively crashing onto desks, along with the dropping of mobile phones by anyone who knows me. This is in an attempt to add a new dimension to my... Continue Reading →