Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Day four of middle-aged orphanhood following my mother's passing on Sunday. The matriarch leaving this vale of tears to join my father, whose own death preceded his beloved wife of 57 years four winters previously. Of course, becoming an orphan in your fifties is nowhere near as stark as in childhood. That being said, despite... Continue Reading →
It'd be fair to observe that prevailing global events adorn a hat named darkly surreal. In varying degrees of severity, these day terrors tainting most of human existences worldwide. This unchartered landscape, impacting everyone's lives in such epic proportions that if experienced during night terrors would be disregarded as too fantastical to countenance as possible.... Continue Reading →
During a post-lunch walk around the estate in which casa Strachan resides I bumped into an old acquaintance. Aware of my recent cardio issues, during our brief chat, he magnanimously offered his good wishes for a speedy and full recovery. During the conversation they enquired what the experience of undergoing a heart attack felt like.... Continue Reading →
It's 'A' level results day. Up and down our green and pleasant land, thousands of apprehensive students will be tentatively opening envelopes, hoping their academic efforts have achieved aspiration grades. As they rip into brown envelopes with thumb, letter opener or (if overly enthusiastic)hammer and chisel, thoughts of how future academic and career paths abound. ... Continue Reading →