Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Yesterday proved to be a productive day for yours truly. The itinerary commencing with a visit to Wakefield Hospice, allowing my mum to witness pater's memorial leaf on the 'Tree of Life'. This followed by a trip into Morley for household goods, booking my car in for it's MOT and the disposal of a pile... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, I had a conversation with an old acquaintance about Christmas gifts. It wasn’t a long conversation, moreover me asking him “Where the chuff’s my Christmas present?!” Knowing I was joking he laughed and the conversation moved on. He confided in me he’d just undergone a minor hospital procedure to remove something on his head.... Continue Reading →
As I commence this narrative, I'm in the dining room of my parents home in East Ardsley. The clock on the wall indicates that it is 4:58 pm, although my laptop clock begs to differ with 4:20 pm being displayed in the bottom right of my screen. I'm not an astute detective like animated karate exponent Hong Kong Phooey, but... Continue Reading →
A visit to the garden centre is on the itinerary today. The goal to purchase primulas, stand next to scented candles loudly exclaiming “They smell good, but they're bloody expensive!” and price an innovative new lawnmower powered by middle aged cynicism. My intention is to amalgamate the primulas with the daffs, tulips and bluebells to provide a synergy of spring colour dans... Continue Reading →
This morning my wife and I had a sojourn west to the White Rose Shopping Centre (WR). It was an edifying venture to the premier retail mall in South Leeds (source - fictionalsoundbites.com ). It was at this retail utopia that, amongst other things, I inadvertently learnt the meaning of the word edifying during a... Continue Reading →
I treat these narratives as a sort of diary. The existential journal of a random middle aged northern man’s ups and downs. Capricious meanderings based on truth, but given a light hearted fictional spin to ameliorate days that in reality are pretty drab. Ordinarily, I attempt to avoid my diary becoming the type containing the covert sentimental prose sang... Continue Reading →
Monday morning, the birth of a new week and a time to formulate this weeks itinerary. I’m struggling to think of what I have on the agenda for the next seven days. Even checking my pocket diary to jog my memory has failed to bear fruit..... Although the fact I never remember to jot anything in... Continue Reading →