Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
I spent the predominant period of my weekend a few miles away in West Yorkshire's Gawthorpe village; located on Ossett's outskirts. Despite the care home where my mother passed in October of last year sitting within its boundaries, through a close friendship with one of its residents (Sarah), it's a borough of which I've become... Continue Reading →
I write this piece ensconced within a home in the village of Gawthorpe. This area, famed for it's imposing white water tower, sits on the outskirts of Ossett. The West Yorkshire market town which gave us the band Black Lace, who in turn gave us the novelty 'classic' tune Agadoo. The much maligned refrain which,... Continue Reading →
I’m contemplating ridding myself of facial hair. It's started to itch like hell and my wife recently liken me to Catweazle’s scruffier brother; and that was before I’d even grown this full beard. I personally see my increased facial hirsuteness as the unconventional move taken by lots of creative individuals. A strategy displaying to your peers... Continue Reading →
As we all wait in anticipation to see what St Nick brings us overnight, my mind drifts back to Christmas Day last year. Personally, I wanted it to drift to a sunny clime where I'm sat with a cold beer and the 2017 Margot Robbie calendar. However, my mind can be a stubborn so and so at times, preferring instead a... Continue Reading →