Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
On Christmas Day I was fortunate to have the opportunity to liberate quite a few gifts from their wrapping paper incarceration. Trinkets which made me grateful I've such thoughtful family and friends. Bestowals whose number were heavily stacked by redolently scented cosmetic creams and sprays; circumstances sowing seeds of doubt in my erratic mind I'd... Continue Reading →
With Christmas Day hurtling towards us with the speed of a linen basket escaping a pair of The Grinch's three week worn underpants, I'm concerned to be still awaiting delivery of half the festive gifts I purchased online in the middle of November...... In hindsight, perhaps it was misguided to order my daughter Rachel a... Continue Reading →
Door number five on the advent calendar opened effortlessly this morning. A small tug of the sticky tape applied by pilferer of its former confectionery contents (who'll remain nameless) relinquishing the cardboard door from it's union with the calendars façade. With aspirations of elevating Christmas cheer levels in the Thirsk cottage I'm sharing with a group... Continue Reading →
They journeyed from afar under an energy-sapping sun, parched and weary on arrival at their destination. The spent travellers odysseys made to congregate for a family feast among the east Leeds suburbs...... Well, they came from York and Wakefield anyway. The christian resurrection commemorated with sacrificed lamb, the up-coming birthday of GJ Strachan marked with... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, I had a conversation with an old acquaintance about Christmas gifts. It wasn’t a long conversation, moreover me asking him “Where the chuff’s my Christmas present?!” Knowing I was joking he laughed and the conversation moved on. He confided in me he’d just undergone a minor hospital procedure to remove something on his head.... Continue Reading →
Christmas preparations continued apace in chez Strachan today, with my wife Karen provisionally booking a perennial visit by ghosts of Christmas past, present and future on Christmas Eve night. An annual occurrence deemed necessary by my missus for my redemption after a year of being less than chirpy. Hopefully, when the spectres arrive bearing Christmas fear we won't have a repeat... Continue Reading →
It's Saturday morning. Sitting here in the dining room of my parents house on the Wakefield/Leeds borders, I'm mulling over my itinerary for this pleasant autumnal day. As I'm easily distracted, though, I don't envisage this period of contemplation will be overly protracted. My mum has been in the kitchen updating their fridge magnets with the latest news on... Continue Reading →
My preparations for Karen’s up and coming 50th birthday continue at a pace. Due to her illness, she has requested I spend money on different shows, gigs and maybe breaks in 2016 as gifts, as opposed to an expensive keepsake like jewellery or framing the winter gas bill! With this in mind, she has already... Continue Reading →