Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
This morning, I’m being taunted mercilessly by a blank white page gazing at me from my poorly performing netbook. My frustration of suffering writers block is exacerbated by the latency of my computer. Currently its live TV of responses are so slow that the 'live national news' being streamed to my screen is last Sunday's.... Continue Reading →
I took in Celtic entertainment at its finest yesterday evening. No Jedward aren’t touring again, I’m referring to the choreographed and musical mastery of the show Riverdance. When I say took in Riverdance last night I mean I watched the theatrical show, not that I’d given hospitality to traditional Irish dancers and singers. As much... Continue Reading →
Karen returns from a few days break to see her parents today. I had the option of visiting her mum and dad in the People’s Republic of Birtley (PRB) or treating the fences and trellis work in my back garden...... It didn’t take me long before I headed down to Homebase for the wood treatment.... Continue Reading →
There are numerous metaphors used attempting to explain the challenges of living with depression. Descriptions of living in a void, experiencing hollowness, feelings of an explosion or fire in the head, as well as others surrounding self harm and increased awareness of ones own mortality. As I’ve written before, I have a friend with depression,... Continue Reading →
After I finished penning yesterday’s blog, I spent Sunday afternoon gardening. I was heartening to feel the sun my face as I mowed front and back lawn, before tending to my borders. To clarify, the sun was on other parts of my anatomy than just my faced but the warmth of the sun wasn’t as... Continue Reading →
It's Sunday morning and the weather has finally got its act together. It's good to look out onto my garden and see this meteorological change resulting in the daffodils, primulas, grape hyacinths and forget me nots taking on an altogether more upbeat body language. There is a kaleidoscopic display on show in the borders this... Continue Reading →
“Ok then sir, what’s it to be? A beard trim or a full cutthroat shave?” I was asked by the guy with the ruddy complexion in sinister gravelled tones. There was something deeply unsettling about the way he spoke, not to mention the haphazard manner I’d seen him wielded the razor sharp tools of his... Continue Reading →
It’s April Fools Day! As a result we'll have a day littered with inane pranks, silly stories and tiresome practical jokes...... In other words, it’s business as normal dans maison de Strachan. I find some practical jokes quite funny, such as filling hollow Easter eggs with toothpaste. I’m unable to play that one this year... Continue Reading →
“Call me irresponsible. Call me unreliable. Throw in undependable too…..” Words penned by Jimmy Van Heusen in the 1962 song Call Me Irresponsible, which seem to perfectly sum up the plumber I’ve enlisted to undertake work in my en suite. He was late last week when he came to price up the job and his... Continue Reading →