Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Last week, in the narrative Never A Crossword, yours truly relayed observations of an affable bunch of pensioners whose behaviour I witnessed while sitting on the adjacent cafe table. Footnote - I'm unaware if the word bunch is the correct collective noun to describe a group of old aged pensioners (OAPs). Personally, I'd like to think... Continue Reading →
Today marks the second anniversary of my dad's passing. Twenty four months during which I learned for the first time in half century on this screwed up planet what loss truly meant. A valuable lesson formed from consequential emotions evoked at the realisation I'd never again being able to share the company of a dearly... Continue Reading →
On Sunday morning, arriving downstairs post-reveille to the sight of my mother baking momentarily regressed me back to my boyhood. The pouring of Kellogs' cereal into a yellow Tupperware bowl, which we'd had since the late 1960's, in association with mater's mixing bowl magic transporting me back to my Gateshead childhood. Up to her elbows... Continue Reading →
After a pleasant restaurant lunch to celebrate Mrs Strachan senior's birthday, late afternoon saw Mrs S junior (Karen) and me pay a visit to St James' Hospital for my spouses scheduled consultation with an oncologist. We talked Mrs Strachan senior (Maggie) out of joining us, the spouse and yours truly deeming an oncology unit waiting... Continue Reading →
Monday 14th May - There's an old adage that 'No good deed goes unpunished'. Yesterday afternoon it was a folklore teaching I was rudely reminded of by my 'good' buddy karma, in cahoots with his rancid sidekick cancer. Following undertaking five hours voluntary work for MacMillan Cancer Support, I returned home to witness the 'reward'... Continue Reading →
Wednesday 18th April - After a night kipping over at mater's abode, it was an early reveille for yours truly today to undertake my usual Wednesday morning voluntary work at Wakefield Hospice warehouse. This gratis labour my small gesture towards thanking the people who so splendidly cared, supported and comforted my family during his final... Continue Reading →
I'm penning today's narrative in a waiting area of a Leeds hospital's Bexley Wing. A consequence of accompanying my wife Karen during her four weekly receipt of oncological treatment. As I aimlessly type seeking inspiration for a 500+ worded monologue, Karen is sitting patiently poring through her current read. Due to the angle she's holding... Continue Reading →