Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
This mornings mission, which I accepted before the tape self-destructed after five seconds, was a trek to Morrisons supermarket for a few food essentials. Although, admittedly mine was by no means the impervious tasks delivered secretly by tape to Impossible Missions Force agents in the Mission Impossible movies. Well, not unless I'd been ordered to... Continue Reading →
I'm commencing this narrative while on telephone hold to the HMRC. This necessitated by the revenue collectors, who in their wisdom have cocked up my Tax Code; looking like I'll have to send them the shirt off my back..... Thank god I've more than one shirt. Thus far I've been waiting 25 minutes for an... Continue Reading →
Alec Thompson's banty eggs were frequent visitors to the 1970s/80's Strachan kitchen table in Dorchester Gardens, Low Fell. Not just physically, in the shape of an omelette or cake ingredient, but also as a catalyst to meal time banter surrounding the culinary splendour of truly fresh produce. I didn't know Gateshead man Alec personally but... Continue Reading →