Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Sunday morning started off badly when, much to my chagrin, a visit to the pantry highlighted that casa Strachan was bereft of Marmite supplies. Tardiness and lethargy, which yesterday ran through my every vein, resulting in me forgetting on Saturday morning I'd used the last of of my usual toast accompaniment. Consequently, instead of my... Continue Reading →
Twenty two years ago today I moved into my current home in east Leeds, my relocation back to the north of England after nine years working in London. As I recall, a long hot day during which my young family experienced a multitude of emotions. In an unintended homage to Disney's Snow White and the... Continue Reading →
As a consequence of recent sporadic heavy precipitation, my lawn is once more emerald of colour. Long term arid conditions for several weeks prior rendering it's parched grass blades with a hue of mustard. Thankfully now, though, the chromatic synergy created by the immeasurable number of blades bears the dark green splendour of actor Angelina... Continue Reading →
Thursday 17th May - I'm sat writing this monologue at the salon of my mum's hairdresser. My attendance here that of dutiful son patiently awaiting to drive his mater home post-haircut. Despite me being firmly entrenched in middle-age, mum feel moved to promise me a bag of M&S Peppa Pig candies if I'm a good... Continue Reading →
Thursday 19th April - Due to a busy schedule, today's flight of whimsy will have to be penned in segments. Chunks of narration conveying how my few 'to dos' are progressing, on what is forecast to be the meteorological silver-lining of recent cloud cover. Arriving downstairs this morning my wife Karen enthusiastically informed me "The... Continue Reading →
Twenty one years ago today my brood and I moved into this modest residence in the suburbs of east Leeds. Since that day it's been this Englishman and his clan's castle, a small plot on this green and pleasant island that we've been proud to call our home. Like all domestic abodes, it has witnessed euphoria, sadness, hope and... Continue Reading →
Two years ago, almost to the day, I embarked on a trip to the Scottish village where my surname originates. At the time, I wrote three narratives journaling my voyage, all of which I am in the process of editing. Below is an updated version chronicling the first part of that expedition....... Sitting by myself on the driveway in my trusty black Astra automobile, it... Continue Reading →