Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
At around midday yesterday, having just fit two solar lights in my buddy Sarah's garden, I picked up her nine month old grandson Rory from his pram, allowing him to survey his grandma's new yard lamps. During this slow meander, in which we also took in the achromatic flowers in her pots, I was startled... Continue Reading →
There's an engineer due this afternoon. His mission, should he choose to accept it, to repair my mum's gas fire which has refused to ignite since last Friday. Frustratingly, I tried a variety of unsuccessful strategies to remedy the problem, including exclaiming irritable cries of "Work you useless piece of s***e!" However, this approach failed to... Continue Reading →
Last week I spent a convivial evening at my parents home. Situated in a West Yorkshire village which was once a thriving coal mining community, it’s a setting you can always rely of a homely welcome. There’s invariably a warm glow in my mater and paters domain, the unfortunate consequence of having a mother who’s an addicted arsonist. In... Continue Reading →