Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
It's the bane of any dog owners life, but like it or not is a task they've to grin and bear on a daily basis... Well, it is the down side for the one's who have the decency to pick up after their canine. Gathering up a pooches poop won't sit within even the most... Continue Reading →
I'd not intended to put pen to paper today, or should that font to virtual paper? However, as I've an hour to kill before the bus transporting me to Fuerteventura airport arrives, I thought I'd utilise the time productively... Well, if writing these unreliable essays can be classed as productive. GJ Strachan's last night in... Continue Reading →
Day 6 - With one full day remaining before I'm homeward bound, I sit and reflect on the hotel terrace while listening to the Atlantic Ocean surge relentlessly against Fuerteventura's volcanic coastline... Well, to be more accurate, with it's burning lava-like redness, augmented by suntan lotion glow, it is my forehead that's reflecting. Sadly, today's... Continue Reading →
Although hazy recollections, I'm pretty sure a few summers back I penned a narrative about an outdoor audio backdrop involving wood pigeons communicating with each other. An exchange not too dissimilar to listening to a bunch of old fishwives over a garden fence. As I recall I was fascinated at the time by the avian... Continue Reading →
Yours truly's lax suncream protection regime, along with complacent disregard of Canary Island solar ray strength, means GJ Strachan has arrived at his day four's dusk with a face as scarlet as an iPhone message emoji. I'd like to clarify at this juncture, though, anger is the very antithesis of my current emotional status. And,... Continue Reading →
Day 4 of my Canary Island trip has seen the weather gods bequeath a morning mix of sun and cloud. This meteorological zeitgeist meaning a cooler feel accompanies the writing of today's blog. However, this minor temperate drop detracts not from GJ Strachan's overall enjoyment of the vacation. As TV chef Ainsley Harriet once taught... Continue Reading →
The azure blue of the Atlantic Ocean provides a distant landscape to today's poolside prose penning. Fuerteventura pleasingly warm, although an accompanying zephyr from the sea tempers the warmth a degree or two. Apart from the pool bar beatbox the audio backdrop is predominantly the hushed tones of. chattering holidaymakers. Conversations conducted in a multitude... Continue Reading →
The neon signages of M&S, Primark and Supercuts and a throng of busy midday customers provide today's writing landscape. The seat and table acting as my penmanship perch provided by a well known coffee house franchise. For no other reason than 'because I can', the dissenter in me spurning use of the cafe's wifi network... Continue Reading →
In his iconic love lament 'If', US songwriter David Gates started the lyric by poetically inquiring of his beau:- "If a picture paints a thousand words, then why can't I paint you?" It's not clear from the refrain's subsequent lines how his love responded to the question. However, with a little mischief on my part,... Continue Reading →