Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Yesterday, as I idly whiled away a few stolen minutes in a local store, I overheard a gloriously misquoting adage by the guy ahead of me in the checkout queue. This memorable soundbite an exclamation to his partner of "I'm sweating like a pig with a big mortgage!" Upon hearing this misquoting of a well-known... Continue Reading →
One of the sternest challenges when writing a daily blog is unearthing a narrative's subject matter. Consequently, it's not unusual for me to spend part of my morning staring at a blank laptop page, gracelessly slurping on a cuppa until experiencing the aforementioned topic 'light bulb' moment - A notion which I'll only adopt if... Continue Reading →
A few days ago, in the narrative Mills & Croon, I revealed I'd purchased an electronic keyboard with the intention of learning to play the piano. Incidentally, I realise it was unnecessary to add the suffix of 'with the intention of learning to play the piano' as my motive for the keyboards purchase. After all,... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, in an attempt to broaden my horizons, augment my artistic skillset and fulfil aspirations of one day touring West Yorkshire clubs performing a Mrs Mills tribute act, I bought myself a piano keyboard. For the uninitiated, Mrs Gladys Mills was a London born pianist whose star rose during her own middle-age (in the 1960s/70s).... Continue Reading →
After a few months sabbatical from bi-weekly Zoom quiz nights with buddies from Gateshead, yesterday evening it was good to remount that inquisitorial challenge horse. Yours truly's reasons for a hiatus not borne from diminished brio from previous attendance at these fun-filled clambakes. Moreover, GJ Strachan's dark mood consequential of prevailing familial events during the... Continue Reading →
I'd a strange dream overnight - This nighttime screenplay beginning with yours truly sitting in a dark theatre amongst hundreds of ex-work colleagues. The entertainment playing out during this night vision was provided by veteran singer/songwriter Rod Stewart, or Rod the Mod as people who call him Rod the Mod label him. As I'm totally... Continue Reading →
Yesterday afternoon I cooked a homemade vegetable soup - A consommé so bland it led me to question the validity of the old adage 'Too many cooks spoil the broth'. Yours truly concluding the culinary combo's flavour to be so meagre that assistance from additional chefs couldn't possibly have spoilt it anymore. To my mind... Continue Reading →
Although ordinarily a fella who's sceptical one's serendipity can take a turn for the preponderant when a calendar year expires, I've convinced myself 2022 will be an altogether more fragrant mistress than its rancid predecessor. 2021 bidding me a welcome adieu last Saturday morning when handing the almanac baton to what I hope will be... Continue Reading →
This, my 2514th narrative, will be the last blog I write for a while. My motivation to write these 500+ word daily essays has diminished of late and, perhaps metaphorically, Thursday's post relating to my mother's funeral seems a fitting juncture at which to draw a line under this particular literary odyssey - Well, for... Continue Reading →