Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Monday 7th May - Sunday afternoon I spent an hour or so as part of a team of volunteers fundraising for Wakefield Hospice - The Mobile Rocket Stadium, home of local rugby league club Wakefield Trinity, our collection point. A benevolent gesture afforded to the fund-raising arm of the end of life facility under a... Continue Reading →
Wednesday 18th April - After a night kipping over at mater's abode, it was an early reveille for yours truly today to undertake my usual Wednesday morning voluntary work at Wakefield Hospice warehouse. This gratis labour my small gesture towards thanking the people who so splendidly cared, supported and comforted my family during his final... Continue Reading →
This morning, I was reminded by a social media app that two years ago today I wrote the spoof new story below about my dad, who passed away in October 2017...... I miss the old man terribly - What I'd give today to see him squabbling with the Connie Club committee over subscription fee costs.................. Continue Reading →
As I peer north westerly out of living room window in the direction of neighbouring West Ardsley, I'm greeted by a cloudless blue East Ardsley sky. I'm currently in situ at my parents home in the village west of Wakefield, about to embark on another day where the hog remains on terra firma. This recrudescing routine involves writing... Continue Reading →