Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Today's journaling of my daily musings was delayed by yours truly's ham-fisted spillage of potato crisps; subsequently necessitating a clearing of chips enveloping the laptop keyboard. The typing keys laden with these potato, sunflower oil and sea salt snacks briefly hamstringing my ability to wax lyrical about recent life events (fact or fiction). On witnessing... Continue Reading →
Sunday 8th April - It was a fillip to see my brother Ian at the weekend. A Friday overnight stop at the abode in Gateshead he shares with his fiancée Ann. Divided by 100 miles of the A1, it was fairly rare quality time I shared with my sibling. As always, occasions where he raises... Continue Reading →
I wrote yesterday of childhood haircuts in the narrative You’ll Thank Me One Day! In particular brother Ian and I having to sport short hair, a consequence of our mother (Maggie) strongly disapproving of styles longer than collar length. Appropriate male grooming wasn't mater's only obsession at the time. Her appearance fixation also extended to the... Continue Reading →
The late American actor/musician Jack Lemmon was born on this day in 1925. Born John Uhler Lemmon III in a suburb of Boston, Massachusetts, he was the only child of John Uhler Lemmon Jr and his wife Mildred. His father, a driven man who never said the word juxtaposition, was president of a doughnut company... Continue Reading →
My dad underwent a lengthy operation on Wednesday. For confidentially reasons, I’m not going to elaborate on the actual procedure undertaken; unless you’re prepared to buy me a pint, in which case my discretion can go bollocks. He’s been a real trooper throughout this challenging stay, in particular with his attempts at suppressing his occasionally... Continue Reading →
An elderly close family member is due to undergo surgery today, a lengthy procedure that will leave him bed bound for a number of days. It’s surgery that’s not without risk at his age, however it's a necessity to remove a highly aggressive malignancy. Despite the pain he is experiencing from this abnormal tissue growth, there has been... Continue Reading →
With my dad still unable to drive any real distance, I transported him and my mum to the White Rose Centre this morning for their weekly food shop. To clarify, by transporting my parents I'm referring to driving them to the shopping centre in my trusty Astra motorcar. Not teleporting them Star Trek like from their... Continue Reading →
I drove my parents to an out of town shopping centre this afternoon. Which, according to my cutting spouse, makes a change from driving them to drink! The primary reason for the venture being their desire to undertake a food shop at Sainsbury’s supermarket. Despite my pater being not being too chipper at the moment, he stubbornly... Continue Reading →