Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Although penning this piece from the bedroom of a Portuguese hotel, I am more than aware back in Blighty my fellow Brits are celebrating Father's Day. One of the many reminders of the celebration coming in the shape of cards from my children, granddaughter and Zella the dog which take pride of place on my... Continue Reading →
For the third Father's Day on the trot, it's with tempered melancholy I'm unable to bestow the oft predictable trinkets I'd gift my dad on this day. Expressions whose value bore much more affectionate value than monetary, however, without exception thoroughly appreciated by my forebear. A habitual bottle of Chilean merlot and recently released musical... Continue Reading →
A decent bottle of Bordeaux, a device which decanters wine prior to its onward journey into the glass, along with a hardback book titled 'Grumpy Old Git's Guide to Life'. Tokens of love bequeathed by my two adult children, showing their appreciation for the unconditional love I've bestowed upon them for almost three decades. Yesterday's... Continue Reading →
Today is my first experience of Fathers Day since the old man's passing in October. Ordinarily it'd be an event I'd spend in pater's company where we'd chat affably, listen to the new CD we'd bought him, while sharing the bottle of merlot which we'd also rather predictably presented him with. The opening of his... Continue Reading →
Fathers Day has been and gone. The fat lady has sung, concluding the day when offspring pay their annual thank you to the parent with the beard...... Unless dad doesn’t sport facial hair, or mum does, making my statement less forensically accurate...... But you know what I mean! Around the UK, dad’s wine racks will have... Continue Reading →