Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Yesterday witnessed the celebration of All Hallows' Evening in numerous countries across the globe. A time of fancy dress, imaginatively sculptured pumpkins and hyper kids not sleeping after eating six bags of Haribo gummy bears, four lollipops and eighteen sherbet dips. Blimey, I’m showing my age there. I'm not even sure you can still purchase sherbet dips.... Continue Reading →
Due to an erratic night’s sleep, I awoke this morning staring through bleary eyes, accompanied by a hazy brain fog. My neurological peasouper leading to such marked cognitive disorientation, I experienced an outer body experience. An episode where I floated in my bedroom, looking down on my 5’ 11” frame. A disturbing event not aided... Continue Reading →
It has been an expensive week motor vehicle wise. Insuring and paying road tax for Victor the campervan, along with purchasing two new front tyres for my car has seen the best part of 1,000 English pounds haemorrhage from my savings account. Bearing in mind Victor spends 99% of his existence off road, either on... Continue Reading →
After a couple of years in early retirement, I am contemplating a return into the employment world. This despite having lots of pastimes to fill my days, and huge uncertainty it is the correct lifestyle avenue to embrace. Anyhow, with this in mind, I have tentatively put out some feelers, researching opportunities current eddying around... Continue Reading →
Tuesday 22nd August – It’s been a slow news day thus far for this erratic middle-aged fella. To press my ponderous’ to do list’ including the completion of ironing, a laundry load washed, making a grated cheese butty, me watching a TV documentary on the hunt for killer Raoul Moat and clipping my previously unkempt toenails.... Continue Reading →
Friday 18th August – The words currently defiling once chaste paper in front of me are the first I have had opportunity to escribe since last Tuesday am. That an occasion where, as part of a writing workshop, I transcribed antics of a fictional emotional support team. Part of a novel I am currently endeavouring to... Continue Reading →
It’s been around twelve months now since I commence partaking in the campervan life. Since popping my camping cherry, witnessing the equipment and accessories available to us individuals embracing life in the great outdoors has truly amazed me. Saying that, though, I am yet to find a photocopying machine or paper shredder specifically designed for... Continue Reading →
After last night’s pleasant evening with my beau Sarah’s family at a Batley restaurant, this afternoon I’ll be Scarborough bound, once again taking up domicile at the site where my campervan currently resides. Footnote – Before proceeding, please take time to absorb the prose in paragraph one… After all, it will be one of the... Continue Reading →
1st August 2023 - Whether they are bah t'at or wi' t'at, I'd like to wish my fellow Tykes a Happy Yorkshire Day. For the uninitiated, confused over this tattery of which I speak, I'm referencing lyrics within the unofficial Yorkshire folk anthem On Ilkley Moor Bah T'at. The refrain telling of a Tyke's trials... Continue Reading →