Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
In the early 1970’s, every evening at about 6pm my siblings and me would hear the words “It’s time for bed!” It was an authoritative almost regimental order barked from a head perched on a spring loaded torso. To clarify, neither of our parents were the source of this command. I can honestly say I’ve... Continue Reading →
Midday, 17th September 2016. Two guys sit in an automobile on the driveway of a semi-detached house in a Bedfordshire town. Their plan to utilise Saturday's free time embarking on a journey back in time. Unlike a fresh faced Marty McFly and eccentric elderly scientist Doc Brown in the movie Back to The Future, the two... Continue Reading →
Today, I sought topic inspiration for this blog by asking my diminutive spouse to tell me the first thing that entered her head; informing her I would use what she replied with as the subject of the narrative aujourd’hui. To my surprise she responded “The neurophysiological pathology and clinical advancements of stem cell science.” Karen can be a real dark... Continue Reading →
Hospital visits a plenty this week for my significant other. Yesterday saw her undergo a blood test; while today we shall spend an hour or so, on the hottest September day in the UK for 50 years, bathing in the strip lighting glow of an oncology unit waiting room. The strip lights are far less of a skin... Continue Reading →
Well we are back from our weekend break in London. Hearteningly, the sun has made a welcome return to West Yorkshire; although I hope it behaves with more decorum than last time. It took me hours to get the red wine stain out of the carpet after its last debauched sojourn over this way! As... Continue Reading →
I’ve not been awake long. As I write this introduction, my eyesight still hasn’t fully focussed, culminating in my vision returning unclear views and distant vague shadows. I’ve either very tired, or I’m wearing Karen’s contact lens again! I best go check as last time I inadvertently wore my spouses sight correction devices I spent the... Continue Reading →
Unlike the inane grinning nutritionist, inventor of infra red nuts and mass procreator Jamie Oliver, I’m no TV chef. I'm not the sort of guy who can knock up a nutritious, low fat, healthy and low cost meal with a lobster, a tub of creosote, anchovies and seasoning...... Well it would be low cost if you caught your own lobster; otherwise you’d... Continue Reading →
On my never ending journey of trying to recreate fond times of my childhood, I‘ve just purchased a pack of traditional beer mats on Amazon. To clarify, the nostalgia I refer to isn't that of childhood memories of sitting happily (or even unhappily) as a child in a pub surrounded by absorbent drink mats. I know I lived in... Continue Reading →
Mrs Slocombe’s pussy! A much used TV sitcom double entrendre during my formative years in the 1970’s. Some may say overused, some may say underused and some might say it should have never been used. To clarify, I’m on about the saying itself, not the lady garden of the blue rinsed shop assistant. I’m blissfully... Continue Reading →