Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
It's proving a slow news day amongst the halls and chambers of chez Strachan. Thus far, the only bulletins to share are the shaving off of my beard, eating breakfast and my use of a naughty word rhyming with duck upon realising I'd not charged my laptop overnight. The laptop lack of power isn't a... Continue Reading →
I've just been reminded by Mrs Strachan senior that our clocks go back in a few days..... Those bloody bailiffs never give us a break!.... Seriously, though, at the weekend 2020's British Summer Time (BST) concludes when clocks turn back an hour. In chez Strachan these sixty minutes aren't ordinarily utilised by augmenting my sleep longevity.... Continue Reading →
With autumn around the corner, over the past week, I've been stocking up on some warmer threads. I make no claim to be a dedicated follower of fashion, however, despite being firmly entrenched in middle-age, yours truly endeavours to maintain a modicum of sartorial elegance while strolling West Yorkshire's avenues and alleyways. Footnote - To... Continue Reading →
My Leeds born and bred father endearingly labelled them 'fish and nerks', or occasionally 'land and sea'. Depending on the county boundaries you reside, a deep fried takeaway food whose quality and cooking style differs markedly. Thankfully for those of us lucky enough to grace the fields, avenues and alleyways east of the Pennine Hills,... Continue Reading →
Saturday reveille brought in it's wake the melancholic news another of my boyhood footballing idols had passed. Jack Charlton becoming the third Leeds United legend to've died in just a matter of months. The one club footballer, who for nigh on two decades represented the club with distinction in on over 700 games, joining recently... Continue Reading →
This morning, as yours truly sought to entertain myself during a barren hour in-between breakfast and scratching around the place, I secured refuge in creating anagrams from the word COVID. This wordplay which despite only manifesting meagre locutions like cod, void and video (well, nearly) filling in part of yours truly's waking hour..... Although, as I... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, I bought my little canine buddy Coco a soft ball dog toy. On presenting her with this padded sphere yours truly was escorted back to my childhood home in Dorchester Gardens, Gateshead. Kicking this ball around for Cokes to chase evoking memories of indoor football games my brother Ian and I partook in with a... Continue Reading →
This essay is the 1,900th blog manifesting from my capricious mind since embarking on this literary odyssey in March 2015. While sitting at my patio table, in close proximity on my starboard bow a money spider tenaciously navigates the web it's weaved. A view I take as a sign for the future...... Sadly, not one... Continue Reading →
It would've been my old man's 84th birthday today. At 9am precisely, and in no particular order, he'd have commenced a ring around of his three offspring in turn. After my siblings Ian, Helen and I had bestowed birthday wishes upon Malcolm, in his engaging Leeds accent, he'd have expressed gratitude for his presents. Our... Continue Reading →