Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Wednesday 2nd May - Yesterday afternoon was spent undertaking garden maintenance at casa Strachan senior. This involved a few hours hard graft manicuring lawns, along with pampering soil borders with a much needed weed/hoeing treatment. Consequently, at around 5pm thanks to assistance from lawnmower, grass clippers, a hoe and my family's horticultural secret (passed down... 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 →
Twenty seven years ago today I became a father for the first time. It was just gone 3 am when my son Jonathon made an appearance at a Bedfordshire hospital. His arrival followed a harrowing seven hours for his mum, and me shouting myself hoarse with regular cries of “Heave!”..... An unhelpful yell that made it appear the delivery room was... Continue Reading →
Whilst I sit at my dining table writing this, I have one eye on ‘The One Show’ on TV. My other eye is on my laptop screen...... Being wall-eyed has it's advantages at times. As the bright evening sun reflects off the screen, I can just about make out tonight’s guest, veteran TV presenter John... Continue Reading →
Shaken to the very core, this morning was spent coming to terms with being informed by my family that I possess a soupson of annoying habits. The most irritating I perpetrate apparently the whistling language I occasionally slip into in the privacy of chez Strachan. I don’t undertake this stupidity outside of the home, imagining... Continue Reading →
Annoying habits. We all have and subject people to them. Without exception, we have to endure other peoples, which are always more annoying than ours (cough, cough)! My personal pesky foibles include grinding my jaw to such an extent I wouldn't look out of place in a gurning competition, tapping on the arms of the chair... Continue Reading →