Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Monday 18th June - I had an unexpected experience overnight when I was refused entry into my dream for adorning unsuitable footwear. According to the doormen vetting access to the portal providing my illusions of slumber, my wearing of moccasins exhibited overly pretentious hipster overtones. Leading to them barring my entrance. In my pre-REM state,... Continue Reading →
Sunday 15th April - Yesterday, the missus and I returned the upstairs chambers back to some semblance of tidiness, following the upheaval caused by the week's decorating. A frustrating seven days or so where I couldn't locate stuff due to errant piles of clothing, inaccessible drawers and furniture road blocks in various rooms. I also... Continue Reading →
Easter Saturday - Plans for a venture into Leeds for lunch are up in the air at the moment. While I scoff on a bacon sandwich, strategically fried to negate the smell of Good Friday's fried cod, my wife Karen and me are in two minds whether getting wetter than a frogman's pocket** for the... Continue Reading →
I’m starting this narrative sitting in a waiting room at the oncology unit St James’ Hospital. An unexpected attendance at the Leeds Teaching Hospital, after a family member was earlier given an emergency referral by his GP. A cautionary move seeking an oncologist opinion about the tumour complications he was experiencing. I assume it’s his tumour the female GP wants a second opinion about... Continue Reading →
My erratic sleep pattern was today responsible for a first slumber past 11 am since I was a 16 year old. That was a time of lazing in the late 1970's, after I'd completing my GCE exams. This while waiting to start my first full-time job and for my moustache to grow thick enough to survive a slight breeze. This... Continue Reading →
This morning I read a social media posting by a woman who’d had the misfortune of losing her mobile phone. In the post, she mentioned it was her belief she’d mislaid the device outside a McDonalds restaurant the previous evening. God bless her, she was so desperate to get this particular phone back she was... Continue Reading →
I had a bizarre dream overnight in which I replaced my current car with an eccentric sporty number. I can’t recall the make of car I’d purchased, but one of its main selling points for me was the velvet drapes that circumnavigated the car below the window line. It turned out to be a foolhardy impulse buy.... Continue Reading →
We have another visit to St James’ Hospital tomorrow, for Karen’s third appointment of the week. There is a saying that “Good things come in threes.” To plagiarize the irascible waster Jim Royle (in the comedy The Royle Family), I would add the suffix of “My arse!” to that sentence. They also say that “Good... Continue Reading →