Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
As a young lad I was a significantly more inquisitive than's been the case in adulthood. Free from adult distractions of paying a mortgage, working shifts in a job I wasn't fond of and providing for a family of four, my fledgling inquiring mind was given carte blanche to roam, learn and expand. For instance,... Continue Reading →
A few days back I relayed recollections from my young childhood. While I mulled over a topic for today's prose my mother (whose house I'm currently residing in suggested I journal further memories from the same era........... Only funny ones this time. To be honest, what she really said “Was it you who ate that last... Continue Reading →
A trip to the White Rose Shopping Centre in Leeds lays behind door number 18 of the Strachan advent calendar. A sojourn I'll be embarking on with my trusty wingman Mrs Margaret (Maggie) Strachan of East Ardsley parish. She of the good heart, quick wit and penchant for asking me the same chuffing questions every... Continue Reading →