Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
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 →
This morning my usually fertile mind is utterly bereft of blog topic ideas. A fuzzy head from overdoing celebration birthday drinks for girlfriend Sarah’s aunt a contributing factor towards this epiphany impotence. Yesterday’s shindig taking place within the boundaries of West Yorkshire’s borough of Horbury. Horbury, or ‘Orbury as Sarah refers to it in her... 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 →
As a stickler for adhering to old wife's advocacies, GJ Strachan faced an (admittedly small) conundrum yesterday afternoon. This infinitesimal poser manifesting during discussions with a friend about 1970's UK punk band The Sex Pistols. The episode playing out when he asked if I can recall the title of Pistols’ only studio recorded album. Despite... Continue Reading →
If asked, I would back myself to be able to pen a vignette on a variety of topics. Ordinarily, all yours truly needs is a sight, sound, redolence, or some other stirring of senses to spark creative juices into life. With this in mind, it won’t surprise you to learn, currently journaling accompanied by picturesque... Continue Reading →
Sitting in the bosom of an east Yorkshire campsite, the chirp of birds (of an unknown species) accompanies this prose litteraire. When I say the birds are of an unknown species, I’m referring to the fact GJ Strachan isn’t party to the specific avian breed. Not that I have stumbled across a ne’er before identified... Continue Reading →
Spending time living in the great outdoors, your back hair being blown evocatively by a summer zephyr, can be wonderful fun… Unless, of course, you don’t have back hair. In which case my heart goes out to you for missing out on such brio. With the above in mind, my owning of a campervan, along... Continue Reading →