Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
At 4.45am this morning, unable to sleep, I stumbled upon and watched a YouTube clip containing an amalgam of opening titles from a 1970's/80's BBC magazine show called 'Nationwide' (NW). To clarify, this unlikely video vignette landed randomly onto my Facebook timeline. I'd not idiosyncratically googled this compilation during arbitrary nostalgic pangs to witness opening... Continue Reading →
A fragrant redolence of lavender accompanies me while penning today's literary output in Mally's Bar (the garden patio area I've named after my late father) . Its source, you'll be unamazed to learn, a lavender bush situated around two feet to my left. This pleasant bouquet soon to be enhanced further by six (soon to... Continue Reading →
Like a weeping trench foot infection, this Sunday a less salubrious side of my nations social zeitgeist oozed toxically during England failure to secure the Euro 2020 trophy. Supporters behaviour providing evidence, if any were needed, of the 'without thought for others' culture flowing through a section of misguided Englanders veins. Before proceeding yours truly... Continue Reading →
My prevailing knee ligament injury still doggedly refuses to afford me pain free days. This limb trauma, although no longer bestowing acute pain of the initial post-strain days, seemingly determined to persist with imparting me with tendon discomfort. Consequently, although not as pronounced, my limp continues unabated. Thankfully, though, my hobble isn't severe enough to... Continue Reading →
This morning I spoke to a friend who told me he'd met a new girlfriend online. I'm assuming he meant their initial rendezvous took place on a dating website, not that he'd to untie her from a train track like a silent movie hero...... Perhaps, I should be a bit more inquisitive. According to my... Continue Reading →
I'm penning this chronicle at a White Rose Shopping Centre (WRSC) coffee house, taking advantage of three hours respite from caring for my mum. My sojourn partly born from knowledge if I remain within chez Strachan's hallowed walls when afforded this break, I'll still end up making cuppas and lunches for my mum, Maggie...... Not... Continue Reading →
Despite football fever gripping the nation following England's progression into Euro 2020's semi-finals, I remain indifferent about the whole jingoist odyssey. This tempering of euphoria borne from 50 years experience living with England flattering to deceive in tournament football, middle-age apathy about a game I've loved all my life, along with prevailing low mood manifesting... Continue Reading →
Friday saw me venture north to visit my son Jonathon and fiancee Jenny's new home in the suburbs of Thirsk. A town which when I last visited, in December 2019, yours truly idiosyncratically described as follows in earlier prose:- "An enchanting North Yorkshire market town - Without doubt the most beguiling place I've visited which's... Continue Reading →
Although not something which'll register on either national or local news bulletins, the car I recently took delivery of is the first diesel engined vehicle I've owned in thirty plus years of motoring. Despite this being a low interest story, though, I still feel moved to impart this thinnest of informational gruel to you my... Continue Reading →