Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
"I spy with my little eye; something beginning with B." A challenge presented by my mum from her hospital bed to her grandson (my adult son Jonny) two evenings ago. Despite being on an end of life pathway following the discovery of multiple brain tumours, grandma using an impromptu game of 'I Spy' to display... Continue Reading →
Around midday yesterday the opening verse of Jimmy Osmond's 1972 hit 'Long Haired Lover From Liverpool' rang out in a West Yorkshire hospital ward for elderly ladies. Although memory didn't afford its performers with full lyric recollection any voids were filled with chirpy and reasonably melodic "La, la, la." substitutes. What the room's other five... Continue Reading →
Yesterday afternoon, I was in Leeds city centre with a team of volunteers collecting donations for the city's St Gemma's Hospice. Wrapped in several layers of clothing to counter the biting West Yorkshire cold, I spent three hours standing in various densely populated city streets with a collection bucket, witnessing the magnanimousness of our metropolis' citizens. Undertaking this type... Continue Reading →