Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Tuesday 22nd August – It’s been a slow news day thus far for this erratic middle-aged fella. To press my ponderous’ to do list’ including the completion of ironing, a laundry load washed, making a grated cheese butty, me watching a TV documentary on the hunt for killer Raoul Moat and clipping my previously unkempt toenails.... Continue Reading →
This morning, before she left for a few days sabbatical in County Durham at her parents, Karen and I had a thought provoking chat about song lyrics. It started over a disagreement about whether her dad includes the words Sainsburys in most songs that he sings. Karen was adament that her pater didn’t, but I... Continue Reading →
Twenty seven years today I was betrothed to my wife Karen. I vividly remember the breezy, grey County Durham day like it was yesterday. My brother Ian, who was my Best Man, and I arrived slightly late at the church. Thankfully, our poor punctuality didn't result in my bride to be beating us to the... Continue Reading →