Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Seconds after our mother's final breath the song Cavatina's opening lyrics "She was beautiful. Beautiful to my eyes...." played out on my sister Helen's Chill Music playlist. Although not planned, this coincidence providing a fitting commentary to not only how our newly deceased mother comported herself throughout her life, but also how Maggie conducted her... Continue Reading →
Circumstances of recent days have dictated I've had neither the time or inclination to pen a blog of late; and with far greater events requiring my attention, if truth be told, that lack of inclination still lingers large. In fact, the only reason I've chosen to chronicle current life events is as a distraction from... Continue Reading →
Wednesday morning, while drawing open a set of bedroom curtains, I noticed three crows perched on the fence panel between mine and a neighbours garden. Although if truth be told, as my ornithology knowledge contains glaring voids they could've just as easily been ravens. Anyhow, witnessing this trinity of black avians chirping amongst themselves upon... Continue Reading →
Keen to avoid depressing analysis of my footballing amours Leeds United's (LUFC) insipid start to the season, in the last couple of days BBC Radio 2's breakfast show has been GJ Strachan's reveille listen of choice instead of my usual morning listen of talkSport. Presenter Zoe Ball's affable brand of chat and hit music from... Continue Reading →
Autumn has crept menacingly towards us in a fashion similar to the slugs making daily visits to feast upon the moribund petunias and begonia residing in my patio pots. These plants as helpless at the hands of the molluscs as we are to whims of the weather..... Well, unless I can find my bloody slug... Continue Reading →
Within the past week or so I've noticed an alarming number of dead squirrels on local roads; quite a few of these Sciuridae not squashed roadkill, or carrion, but 'intact'. Appearing to've been killed by a glancing blow, not crushed by a vehicle tyre. Footnote - When using the adjective 'alarming' above, I was probably... Continue Reading →
Below the mezzanine level coffee house where I'm sitting is an ongoing promotion for MG cars. Well, I'm assuming it's a automobile promotion, not that the MG ZS and a MG HS PHEV cars I'm looking down upon took a wrong turn in the White Rose Shopping Centre car park, subsequently coming to an inglorious... Continue Reading →
Today, I'm back at my goto coffee house writing den at the White Rose Shopping Centre; my first venture here since Wednesday's return from my Caledonian hiatus. Looking down from my mezzanine perch I can see consumer traffic is light, which is inhibiting the usual topic inspiration borne from people watching. Apart from a woman... Continue Reading →
An hour sitting in a hot tub's eddying waters was yesterday morning's staycation dainty, as my Loch Lomond break continued unbound. The balmy bath's overhead covering negating the fact my meteorological companion was a steady Stirlingshire drizzle. This roof keeping the temperate water from being tainted by it's unfiltered cloud sourced cousin. I'd afforded myself... Continue Reading →