Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Door sixteen of the advent calendar sits ajar. Consequently, Santa's only eight days left to bark out further motivational banter to his reindeer 'army', prior to their gruelling twenty four hour shift dragging fat arse and his gift laden chariot around the globe. In preparation for an arduous night on the 24th December, Dasher, Dancer,... Continue Reading →
I've just got off the phone from a conversation with my son Jonathon, who lives with his charming fiancee Jenny on the outskirts of York. This conversation incorporating our usual inanely random chatter; topics including UPV door adaptations, aspirations for Christmas gifts, his new love of golf and his idiosyncratic grandma (my mum). My son's... Continue Reading →
Tonight, All Hallows' Evening will be celebrated in a number of countries around the globe. A time of fancy dress, imaginatively sculptured pumpkins and hyper kids not sleeping after eating six bags of Haribo gummy bears, four lollies and eighteen sherbet dips. Blimey, I’m showing my age there. I'm not even sure you can still purchase sherbet... Continue Reading →
Well, yesterday September picked up the monthly baton from departing predecessor August. Subsequently, we sit with two-thirds of year 2019's race run and on the cusp of the autumnal season. This ninth month seeing the start of deciduous leaf fall and evening TV schedules improving, with a re-appearance of decent dramas where for the previous three... Continue Reading →
"I'm glad you found it...... It's awful when you can't find a book!" A well-meaning, yet idiosyncratic comment relayed last week by Mrs Strachan senior on hearing I'd managed to acquire a thus far elusive copy of the book 'celebrating' TV magazine show Sunday Brunch. The above tome standing at number three on my son... Continue Reading →
Yesterday a friend announced their Labrador has developed a disturbing culinary taste while they partook in saunters through local meadows and copses. This new unwanted dietary development presenting itself in the form of its habitual participation in daily 'all you can eat' binges of fox pooh. According to the dog's owner the ambience provided by... Continue Reading →
I'm fairly reliably informed Leeds' afternoon meteorological guest will be April showers. Precipitation no doubt welcomed with open arms by fields of arable crops and domestic spring flower beds. Flora and fauna whose exposure to almost uninterrupted Easter holiday sunshine exposing them to aridity akin to a human's palate after ingesting ten Jacobs crackers in... Continue Reading →
The Alpine pop man - For decades an extinct species akin to the dodo, Spangles and an inspirational politician. Sadly, no longer cheering up the homo sapien fledgling young with his bottled soft beverages; drinks whose sugar content was so high just pouring it from the bottle started the process of tooth rot. His crates... Continue Reading →
In 1987, after taking voluntary redundancy from British Coal, I followed fragrant Tory Trade & Industry Minister Norman Tebbit's advice to get on my bike to find employment. Consequently leading to me moving away from my childhood home of Gateshead. GJ Strachan's new employer a banking clearing house based in Edgware, London. His home address... Continue Reading →