Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
My aural backdrop while today's lyricals are being waxed is a screeching, attention seeking wood pigeon; along with the distant rumble of tyres on the M62 motorway. Despite the latter's westbound traffic heading towards several recently locked back down areas, that asphalt corridor seemingly still bustles with Lancashire bound traffic. Mercifully, the pigeon has just... Continue Reading →
Mercifully, I survived Friday 13th without any discernible misfortune. In fact I'd proffer with some contentment that, except from slightly overcooking the oven chips and a rare bout of writers block, GJ Strachan's Friday 13th March was, in the inimitable words of Bertie Wooster, tinkety tonk. If truth be told, my exposure to paraskevidekatriaphobic tales... Continue Reading →
Peering aimlessly outdoors from my mother's dining room, I've just witnessed a black cat saunter arrogantly past the French doors towards wood fencing panels bordering the garden of castle Strachan senior. Strutting with a vain-glorious surety akin to how the late Queen singer Freddie Mercury owned the stage in his pomp, Sadly, unlike Frederick, the... Continue Reading →
There was an 'interesting' verbal interaction with Mrs Strachan senior this morning as we climbed into my car while bound for the White Rose Shopping Centre. As we fastened our seat belts in synch, the following discussion took place:- "I see a bird has s**t on your car window." highlighted the old lady, while pointing... Continue Reading →
Yesterday I wrote of all things philosophical. Well not all things, I mainly conveyed the fictional philosophy imparted by an equally fictional Frenchman named Aidan Le Torche. Today I want to touch upon the lower end of the guidance/advice market by discussing old wives tales. Depending on your inclination, these sound bites of yore are... Continue Reading →
Yesterday morning I got a surprise when arriving at the breakfast table to be greeted with a smile and a cordial “Hello!” from my diminutive other half. The surprise wasn’t the cordiality of Karen’s greeting, moreover the fact we had a kitchen table. We certainly didn’t have when I retired to bed the previous evening!... Continue Reading →