Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
I'm late to the laptop this morn. This delay consequential of yours truly undertaking three hours of ironing, along with tidying chez Strachan. My creative sojourn also slightly held back from being unable to locate the aforementioned device; this inconvenience resultant from forgetting where I'd hid laptop prior to bedtime. In the event you're planning... Continue Reading →
Living back in the matriarchal abode has many challenges, one of which the regression back nearly half a century to experiencing admonishment for actions my mother finds irritating. This includes the incessant tapping of my fingers on the kitchen table, bad table manners and the increasing use of curse words, which in recent months have... Continue Reading →
Wednesday 11th April (Part 2) - I'm currently sitting in my mum's dining room as I commence penning this my second offering of the day. In the living room mater receives her Monday to Friday evening fix of soap operas. Although, seemingly harmless, an addiction that thankfully hasn't thus far afflicted me during this life odyssey.... Continue Reading →
Sunday 8th April - It was a fillip to see my brother Ian at the weekend. A Friday overnight stop at the abode in Gateshead he shares with his fiancée Ann. Divided by 100 miles of the A1, it was fairly rare quality time I shared with my sibling. As always, occasions where he raises... Continue Reading →
Yesterday I wrote a narrative disclosing ten things you probably didn't know about me. It was light hearted list, deliberately made daft, irrelevant, and uninformative. Without re-reading it, I can't recollect most of the nonsense I penned; the only one springing to mind being 'Little Jimmy Osmond taught my dog the piano.'...... A fact that was, of course, ridiculous and clearly untrue........ Jimmy was... Continue Reading →