Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
According to BBC's fragrant weather presenter Carol Kirkwood, precipitation will predominantly be this weeks meteorological bedfellow. An irksome forecast which, despite being delivered by an uber chirpy Scottish lady with a delightful West Highlands lilt, has frustratingly scuppered my plans of further outdoor timber staining..... Well, in the short term, anyhow. As an aside, upon... Continue Reading →
On commencing this monologue, it appears I'm residing on the periphery of a Darby and Joan club meeting. Sitting adjacent to yours truly in a south Leeds coffee house, contented looking individuals in their dotage converse enthusiastically about gardening and mint humbugs. Among their number two ageing couples who gaze lovingly into each others eyes... Continue Reading →
I bought myself a flat cap the other day. I’m not sure whether it can be classed as an impulse buy, or a purchase caused by a gene in a northern Englishmen’s DNA that kicks in at middle age. After all, as my wife (Karen), daughter (Rachel) and I ventured along the M62 motorway towards an out... Continue Reading →