Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Earlier in the week, while mingling with attendees at a friend’s funeral in Gateshead, an old mate commented he'd noticed I'd not been as prolific with my blog writing lately. I responded the situation a consequence of taking up of a part-time job role; meaning opportunities to pen my unreliable prose had diminished markedly. The... Continue Reading →
I have had a buddy from Gateshead stopping at my Wakefield apartment for the past two days. A cohort of mine since working together at the National Coal Board head office in the early 1980's, he (also named Gary) taught me a huge amount about inappropriate humour; including the limerick starting 'The was a young... Continue Reading →
I spent a section of my Sunday at a North Yorkshire horse show with my buddy Sarah, her youngest daughter Katelan, Simon (K's partner)and their handsome specimen of equine majesty who goes by the name Fendi. Consequently, for a few calming hours I spent my time standing in awe at the sheer magnificence of these... Continue Reading →
It’s April Fools Day. Consequently, we'll have a day littered with inane pranks, silly stories and tiresome practical jokes…… In other words it’s a dozen or so hours of business as usual at maison de Strachan. I find some practical jokes whimsical and innovative. For instance, yours truly was amused when hearing of a prank... Continue Reading →
Today's narrative is co-written by a special friend who's sitting next to me on the sofa providing offbeat prose and vape smoke. When I say special friend I don't mean I'm that fond of her; moreover she's a bit dim. Coincidentally (well nearly) she was brought up in the west Leeds suburb of Gildersome, a... Continue Reading →
After a few months sabbatical from bi-weekly Zoom quiz nights with buddies from Gateshead, yesterday evening it was good to remount that inquisitorial challenge horse. Yours truly's reasons for a hiatus not borne from diminished brio from previous attendance at these fun-filled clambakes. Moreover, GJ Strachan's dark mood consequential of prevailing familial events during the... Continue Reading →
As lockdown protocols begin to ease in England, I suspect there'll be individuals pondering how to diplomatically backtrack on their lockdown suggestions of "Let's get together for a beer when this is all over." In some cases, notions tendered to people disingenuously; foolish promises to acquaintances whose company they'd rather avoid. A friend falling into... Continue Reading →
As alluded to in yesterday's narrative Variety Show, last night was Zoom quiz evening. Three hours during which seven like minded fellows engaged in inquisitorial combat. It's victor afforded the spoils of a half empty 2 litre bottle of Castrol GTX motor oil and a bag of scampi that'd lain unloved for 17 years in... Continue Reading →
Tonight a group of buddies and me will indulge in our inaugural quiz night of 2021. Facilitated by the miracle of Zoom software, the chairmanship skills of Scott Parker (of Northampton parish) and the creativity of it's ne'er do well participants, these evenings ordinarily play out to a soundscape of laughter, live music and contestants... Continue Reading →