Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Well this time next week the fat bloke dressed in red will have distributed his presents and now be troughing on a hearty five course Christmas dinner........ But enough already about the profligate Christmas Day goings on in footballer Wayne Rooney’s family home! I spent a couple of hours at lunchtime today in a store at... Continue Reading →
No hospital visit with Bert & Mavis today. Thankfully for the octogenarian Yorkshireman he has the weekend off from his radiotherapy treatment. He will spend this respite from his gruelling routine doing what he loves best; watching sport, imbibing the occasional glass of red and ensuring Mavis is cooking the meals in the right pans. Likewise, radiotherapy... Continue Reading →
Midday, 17th September 2016. Two guys sit in an automobile on the driveway of a semi-detached house in a Bedfordshire town. Their plan to utilise Saturday's free time embarking on a journey back in time. Unlike a fresh faced Marty McFly and eccentric elderly scientist Doc Brown in the movie Back to The Future, the two... Continue Reading →
Today, I sought topic inspiration for this blog by asking my diminutive spouse to tell me the first thing that entered her head; informing her I would use what she replied with as the subject of the narrative aujourd’hui. To my surprise she responded “The neurophysiological pathology and clinical advancements of stem cell science.” Karen can be a real dark... Continue Reading →
Hospital visits a plenty this week for my significant other. Yesterday saw her undergo a blood test; while today we shall spend an hour or so, on the hottest September day in the UK for 50 years, bathing in the strip lighting glow of an oncology unit waiting room. The strip lights are far less of a skin... Continue Reading →
As with Tuesday, I only have an hour to write today’s blog, as I’m driving over to my dad’s again to undertake further treatment of his fences. So I have until 10am to wax lyric about an as yet unthought of topic, edit it and publish on my website! No pressure then, Gary! If I... Continue Reading →
Public schools, the breeding ground of our future leaders, captains of industry and an elite who will save us the energy of thinking for ourselves while they subliminally mould us into acquiescence. Let me begin by saying, as a man who was educated at comprehensive schools in 1970’s Gateshead, in the north east of England,... Continue Reading →
I’ve just returned back to a sun drenched Casa Strachiona after a thankfully brief shopping trip with Karen. Our presence at an out of town shopping centre was at the request of my Geordie consort, with the express desire to acquire greetings cards for up and coming family occasions. So on a beautiful summer morning we braved... Continue Reading →
As I write this narrative, my significant other is in the kitchen attempting to brighten her dank West Yorkshire morning listening to classic old tunes (well, apart from Status Quo) on Magic FM. As Karen ‘treats’ me to an out of tune version of a Tina Turner song through the open panelled door, the aural... Continue Reading →