Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Yesterday afternoon, within the welcoming environment of our parents home, my sister Helen, her husband Steve, daughter Megan, my wife Karen and I cordially lunched with mater and pater. As ever, the quality of the buffet lunch didn't disappoint. If food critic Egon Ronay had have been present he would have undoubtedly bestowed a glittering review on... Continue Reading →
I commence this narrative sitting at the patio table in my sanctuaire de jardin. Scanning the cornucopia of colour exhibited in the garden borders, it has occurred to me that I'm unable to recollect the names of a few plants that bring much solace. It can't be compared to the ignorance of a uninquisitive lothario who doesn't furnish himself with the moniker of... Continue Reading →
Despite both of my offspring being in adulthood for a few years now, like most parents I still attempt to make myself available for guidance, mentoring or just a good old fashioned chat where we rip the p**s out of each other. Over the twentysomething years Jonny and Rachel have resided in this dysfunctional universal portal (incidentally, that's planet Earth not chez Strachan), it's given me immense pride... Continue Reading →
The weekend is almost upon us as I commence this arbitrary narrative. For those in desperate need of the two day sabbatical, the waiting is almost at a conclusion. Like an errant child in fear of a scolding after exchanging their dad's Faberge Egg for a handful of magic beans, the light at the end of the tunnel is sheepishly approaching. Fear not, it'll soon... Continue Reading →
It's Thursday 17th August at 12:20 pm, as I look out at the back garden the sun's glare makes a welcome tarriance after the deluge of overnight precipitation. Such powerful rainfall my garden borders appear to have been jet blasted as I'd slept. Consequently, the thinner stemmed flora and fauna looked very sorry for themselves, staring groundward as though bowing subserviently in the presence of royalty.... Continue Reading →
Self-entitled society; inconvenience them not Their rights akin to ones they’d deny others Selfish; nauseating trait of the misguided Shellfish; nauseating comestible if mis-cooked. Selfie society, crave contemporary pictorial autograph Assassins smile for camera with their endangered trophy A memory snapshot for grandkids to admire hence Grandpa’s wildlife slaughter his unspeakable legacy to progenitors.... Continue Reading →
This afternoon I had my first experience of transporting someone around a shopping centre in a wheelchair. This the consequence of my dad deciding he felt well enough to accompany my mum and I on a weekly comestible shop at Sainsburys, in the White Rose Shopping Centre. A supermarket shop my parents is generally a comical affair, where my dad's OCD goes... Continue Reading →
Sitting in Colton McDonalds this morning I had an epiphany......or should that be a McEpiphany? It wasn't the greatest epiphany I've ever had, but it made a pleasant breakfast change from a double sausage and egg McMuffin. Not that I begrudge it for one second, but I'm now undertaking the upkeep of my parent's garden in addition to my... Continue Reading →
Throwback Thursday - An updated version of a blog posted two years ago today...... Today has been a painfully slow news day. The highlight thus far being a person on TV covering their nose at the precise time someone in our living room broke wind. The character in the movie Mission Impossible obviously wasn't reacting to the flatulence in our chamber. However, as I'm... Continue Reading →