Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
They say prevailing outside temperatures are currently mid-30's Celsius here in Blighty. I've gotta say, though, it feels more like the steady 190C my oven blasts out when cooking corned beef hash...... Or, coming to think of it, any other dish which requires cooking at 190C! The calefaction produced by solar rays today and yesterday... Continue Reading →
"The real journey of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes." - Marcel Proust My second favourite Marcel (after mime artist Marcel Marceau) advocating a practical and balanced perception of events, rather than the event itself, afforded individuals greater revelation. Although I'm late to the party with this lobbying cry,... Continue Reading →
Walking the dogs this morning set me thinking about what part, if any, the cosmos bears in how our capricious lives pan out. This pondering ignited by something as unremarkable as seeking to understand why my strolling buddies always walk on the opposite side of an obstruction (eg lamp post or park gate) to my... Continue Reading →
After almost a week where my constitution experienced eddying waves of malady, I'm now testing negative for COVID-19. Despite this, though, I remain as weak as a cup of tea whose bag was stolen by a passing seagull after only a one second union with boiling water. Footnote - Incidentally, the pinched bag of which... Continue Reading →
"I felt like I'd been dragged five miles along cobbled stones by a shire horse named Gloria, who, upon arriving at Wakefield cathedral's vast wooden doors, sat on my chest as it shared a Costa latte and a natter with her equine buddy Maisy." This inaugural paragraph of this narrative my response to a friend... Continue Reading →
This pièce littéraire is brought to you at a second attempt - Following a network issue at the Majorcan hotel I resided last week, my inaugural attempt wasn't saved to my editing app. An episode which didn't spring to light until I attempted to retrieve the six hundred words I'd painstakingly written on a tablet.... Continue Reading →
Tomorrow Father's Day makes a perennial June tarry to the UK; a twenty four hour residency which introduces mixed emotions for GJ Strachan. On one hand, esprit consequential of ordinarily having opportunity to meet up with one or both my offspring. However, at the other end of the emotional spectrum, melancholy borne from no longer... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, while scouring Facebook timeline announcements like a ferret seeking an errant contact lens, a mischievous notion manifested from deep within my capricious mind. Concluding this epiphany, although admittedly silly, was a harmless enough conception to include these observations within this prose. As is my want when scribing these journals, or posting online, I constantly... Continue Reading →
After a few days hiatus from quilling these (almost) daily observations, GJ Strachan returns to his laptop keyboard feeling reinvigorated, brio filled and refreshed. That being said, the amount I've drank over the weekend, I should be bloody refreshed! Incidentally, that is definitely supposed to read brio instead of brie, above. Yours truly feeling moved... Continue Reading →