Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Akin to many individuals, it's fair to say my fledgling years were awash with scores of useful life lessons. Procurement of knowledge such as, after failing to impress peers with the admittedly tepid trick, learning my double-jointed ring finger was unlikely to jettison me onto a meaningful and fulfilling career path. Another snippet of wisdom... Continue Reading →
Yesterday was the 6th anniversary of Sir Terry Wogan's passing. That final January day seeing the genial Irishman join a crop of A-list celebrities who'd shuffled from this mortal coil during that inaugural month of 2016. Tel's departure to the great broadcasting station in the sky providing evidence the grim reaper wasn't done with his... Continue Reading →
This narrative is a continuation of my week long vignettes relating to my recently deceased mum. Bearing the same writing format of part fiction based on fact running throughout each essay, all of these monologues are edited amalgamations of prose previously published on my website strachan.blog . A piece penned on 29th March 2020...... During... Continue Reading →
Collated as tributes to my mum who passed twelve days ago, over the previous few days my daily blogs've been an amalgam of essays written about unreliable memories relating to the matriarch. As highlighted in a prologue to those pieces, these are partly fictional tales based on fact, were the names of the innocent were... Continue Reading →
Earlier today I shared a trio of old blogs in tribute to my recently deceased mother - These partly fictional journals, based on fact, a record of the familial matriarch. Anyhow as I've a wealth of this type of reverential maternal insights, I thought I'd share another trinity of previously penned deferential posts. This piece... Continue Reading →
Today's literary offering is the 2,500th blog I've written and published on my website strachan.blog . To celebrate this achievement I enclose a trio of pieces from the scores I've penned about my recently passed mother Maggie during the six years since yours truly started scribbling these journals. The trinity of essays below are partly... Continue Reading →
Sunday 10th October - It's a week since my siblings and me bode the familial matriarch a tearful farewell. At this time last Sunday after mum's passed I was utterly numb. A time existing in a dazed cloud exacerbated by the previous three days of sleep deprivation while being sustained by sandwiches and stolen slices... Continue Reading →
At 4.45am this morning, unable to sleep, I stumbled upon and watched a YouTube clip containing an amalgam of opening titles from a 1970's/80's BBC magazine show called 'Nationwide' (NW). To clarify, this unlikely video vignette landed randomly onto my Facebook timeline. I'd not idiosyncratically googled this compilation during arbitrary nostalgic pangs to witness opening... Continue Reading →
I'm penning this chronicle at a White Rose Shopping Centre (WRSC) coffee house, taking advantage of three hours respite from caring for my mum. My sojourn partly born from knowledge if I remain within chez Strachan's hallowed walls when afforded this break, I'll still end up making cuppas and lunches for my mum, Maggie...... Not... Continue Reading →