Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
“O most pernicious woman! O villain, villain, smiling, damnèd villain! My tables—meet it is I set it down That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain ….”- Hamlet The above is a quote citing the treachery and disloyalty of Hamlet’s mother and his late father’s brother Claudius in a scene in Shakespeare’s ‘Danish... Continue Reading →
Once upon a time, an England football team being knocked out of a tournament would be the worst thing happening in my life. Once upon a time, I’d take it personally if my national side failed to progress to the latter stages of the World Cup or the European Championships. Ordinarily, this would lead to... Continue Reading →
I loathe writing about politics for many reasons. This includes having no real interest in the subject, which is exacerbated by my deep mistrust of our elected representatives on both side of the political landscape. From memory today’s blog will be my first monologue about the subject. My objective of is not to be preachy,... Continue Reading →
Taking a trip down memory lane, embarking on a journey of nostalgia or venturing on an excursion of sentiment. I don’t know what you call times of fond reminiscence (oh you call it times of fond reminiscence), but my wife Karen and I embarked on one yesterday evening. The journey followed my impulse buy at... Continue Reading →
Football...... bloody football! Since 1970, the game I used to love has brought me many lows, much heartache and an unnatural interest in liniment!......... I really need to not take it so personally when I'm struggling to complete the set of the Euro 2016 Panini football stickers! Seriously though, as a Leeds United and England... Continue Reading →
Karen underwent a test this morning, as part of her latest tranche of investigations scheduled to identify ongoing issues resultant from her illness. On checking her appointment letter this morning, I became aware that the investigation staff wouldn't be able to undertake the test if her blood pressure was too high at appointment time. With... Continue Reading →
Yesterday I composed a narrative about my wife’s 50th birthday on Saturday. That blog had the emphasis on what reaching that milestone meant to her as the sufferer of a long term health battle. Today, I wanted to ‘add meat to the bones’ of the events that made her day so special to her. On... Continue Reading →
“We dreamers have our ways Of facing rainy days And somehow we survive….. “ Those first three lines of lyrics from Barry Manilow’s song ‘I Made It Through The Rain’ sprung to mind yesterday during a discussion with my wife on her 50th Birthday. The words made an unscheduled cranial visit while we discussed the... Continue Reading →
We are on countdown this week dans la maison Strachan in the run up to Karen’s 50th birthday on Saturday. Incidentally, when I say we are on countdown, I’m not referring to making an appearance on the Channel 4 quiz that tests numeric and word dexterity (that would start with a capital C). I allude to... Continue Reading →