Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
In recent times notions relating to my late father have been amongst the numerous visitors to my mercurial mind. My cerebrum in receipt of thoughts relating to the old fella who four years ago passed away, depriving my brood of his inherent warmth, kindness, wisdom and love of family. Amongst memories appertaining to the patriarch... Continue Reading →
Saturday 5th May - It would have been my dad's birthday today - The first since his passing last October. Ordinarily on this day, we'd visit him with perennial presents of a bottle of merlot, along with a CD to embellish his eclectic collection. Despite always receiving this predictable pairing of gifts, we knew we... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, I ventured east on the A64 to the York Designer Outlet where I met up with my twentysomething son Jonny. An amiable young man, the fact he's occasionally prepared to read my narratives, when his sister steadfastly refuses, contribute to making the Leeds lad my favoured offspring. I'm not upset about my daughter Rachel's... Continue Reading →
It's Saturday morning. Sitting here in the dining room of my parents house on the Wakefield/Leeds borders, I'm mulling over my itinerary for this pleasant autumnal day. As I'm easily distracted, though, I don't envisage this period of contemplation will be overly protracted. My mum has been in the kitchen updating their fridge magnets with the latest news on... Continue Reading →
Woodhouse man Brick house foundations bestowed upon brood Deterring villainous wolf attentions Encouraging predator to seek less secure footings. Woodhouse man Proud gentleman of white rose burgh Undemonstrative, periphery your comfort zone Unperturbed at allowing the less worthy centre stage. Woodhouse man In a shithouse world Your gifts greater than the guinea or sovereign Humanity, security, caring and selflessness thine riches bestowed. Woodhouse... Continue Reading →