Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
I've not written a blog for six days - An unplanned hiatus caused by the latest fantastical plot in my real life soap opera. This storyline, introduced by whoever oversees my existential odyssey, seeing me hospitalised for the second time in twelve weeks. This affliction a gastric virus completely unrelated to the cardiac arrest which... Continue Reading →
With the sad news of Karen's mum's critical medical condition, plans for the foreseeable future in casa Strachan are understandably in limbo. My wife still in the north east maintaining her bedside vigil, along with providing support for her distraught father. I'm in regular contact with my little missus by phone and text, where she... Continue Reading →
Pernicious canker; indiscriminate spitefulness Teases with capricious exhibitions of salubriousness Clan chief Strachan stricken Consequently, brood akin to felines on tin roof scorching Seven years canker has taunted caricature Norn man ponders if he fragmented mirror in 2010. Similar to Damocles sabre, malignancy menaces Jeering at chief’s brood from position incurable It’s presence sickens... Continue Reading →
This morning I overheard two middle-aged women exchanged details of ailments recently highlighted to them by their orthodontist. From my shameful eavesdropping on their gassing, I learnt there was such medical conditions as 'Burning Mouth Syndrome' and 'Geographic Tongue'. Additionally, l acquired the knowledge, which if I'm honest I knew anyway, that I'm a right nosey get. I have... Continue Reading →
Woodhouse man Brick house foundations bestowed upon brood Deterring villainous wolf attentions Encouraging predator to seek less secure footings. Woodhouse man Proud gentleman of white rose burgh Undemonstrative, periphery your comfort zone Unperturbed at allowing the less worthy centre stage. Woodhouse man In a shithouse world Your gifts greater than the guinea or sovereign Humanity, security, caring and selflessness thine riches bestowed. Woodhouse... Continue Reading →
There are numerous metaphors used attempting to explain the challenges of living with depression. Descriptions of living in a void, experiencing hollowness, feelings of an explosion or fire in the head, as well as others surrounding self harm and increased awareness of ones own mortality. As I’ve written before, I have a friend with depression,... Continue Reading →