Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
My son Jonny and I undertook further garage clearance in chez Strachan senior on Sunday. Unshaven and dressed to combat the West Yorkshire chill, the pair of us looked like bungling thieves Harry and Marv from the movie Home Alone. Thankfully, our well-meaning graft wasn't hampered by an elaborate set of traps set by the neighbourhood... Continue Reading →
With my wife and daughter up in the north east of England on a visit to my spouses parents, I have the freedom of chez Strachan this weekend. So after concluding this blog I can indulge myself as I so wish. Without thought for anyone (apart from perhaps the swan and the unicorn) I can... Continue Reading →
Yesterday I wrote of a trip to the north east of England twelve months ago; an evocation courtesy of our social media overlord Facebook, via their ‘On This Day’ application. Over the last few years Mark Zuckerburg’s baby has provided me with the opportunity to exhibit jokes and life scenarios of varying humour levels, providing... Continue Reading →
When I wrote my last blog I was on the train from Leeds to Newcastle, last Saturday. There was a lively atmosphere in the carriage as our locomotive powered north. Our congested coach was rammed with groups of high spirited revelers drinking, singing and arguing over track gauges on the Iberian national railways! …… I... Continue Reading →