Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
To commence this monologue I've a question for you, my dear reader. Don't worry it's nothing overly technical or scientific; not that you wouldn't have the erudition to deal with any inquiry I posed, I hasten to add..... Hopefully that disclaimer will cut off any hate mail at the pass. Anyhow here's the catechism of... Continue Reading →
Despite being very happy with life in the Wakefield apartment whose occupancy I've just undertaken, my brio levels are somewhat impaired by tenancy edicts barring me from looking after canine buddies Deano and Zella. Consequently the furry duo, who've lived with me for a couple months at my late mother's home, have returned to reside... Continue Reading →
Six days after changing from a positive to a negative COVID condition I'm still suffering from fluctuating energy levels. In fact I was so wiped out on Saturday I slept for huge swathes of the day. Only vacating my pit to eat lunch and dinner, along with a spontaneous episode where I felt moved to... Continue Reading →
Tomorrow Father's Day makes a perennial June tarry to the UK; a twenty four hour residency which introduces mixed emotions for GJ Strachan. On one hand, esprit consequential of ordinarily having opportunity to meet up with one or both my offspring. However, at the other end of the emotional spectrum, melancholy borne from no longer... Continue Reading →
Spending so much time on my own of late has been a catalyst to me occasionally indulging in absurd faux conversations with my dog companions Deano and Zella. These sporadic episodes ordinarily playing out as I stroll past the little scamps while wandering chez Strachan's soon to be sold chambers and gardens. My pretend conversations... Continue Reading →
Thirty two years ago tomorrow I became a father for the first time when my son Jonathon joined the cast of this reality show called life. A rollercoaster of a gig my boy has thus far weathered relatively well; arriving into adulthood as an engaging and grounded young man of whom I'm immensely proud. Never... Continue Reading →
As a gift for his 32nd birthday, I've procured tickets for my son Jonny and me to attend Yorkshire county cricket club's fixture with Durham in a T20 Blast game at Headingley. As he lives around 50-60 miles from the venue in North Yorkshire (I live the other side of Leeds from the ground), due... Continue Reading →
As I scribe today's literary offering, gazing aimlessly through slightly ajar French doors it's thought provoking to witness the juxtaposition provided by prevailing heavy rain. This late spring deluge yours truly's current land and soundscape while impatiently awaiting inspiration for today's topic. On one hand, unless you're a farmer or living with long standing drought... Continue Reading →
I spent a section of my Sunday at a North Yorkshire horse show with my buddy Sarah, her youngest daughter Katelan, Simon (K's partner)and their handsome specimen of equine majesty who goes by the name Fendi. Consequently, for a few calming hours I spent my time standing in awe at the sheer magnificence of these... Continue Reading →