Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
I was introduced to the delights of the West Yorkshire town of Horbury for the first time on Saturday evening, A night cruising the Wakefield satellite borough seeing yours truly getting up to sing karaoke for the fourth time in two weeks. This questionable piece of spontaneity seeing me warbling a version of Keane's 'Somewhere... Continue Reading →
The wind is darned gusty this morning; this inclement weather so blustery that during my short walk from apartment building door to the car a gust seized my cap and hairpiece. The pair last seen hurtling over the horizon in a north easterly direction towards Castleford... An episode made even stranger by the fact I... Continue Reading →
Yesterday morning an unexpected audible ping greeted my arrival into the living room. Conscious it was Valentines Day, I poetically romanticised this soundscape maybe Cupid's bow string shooting an arrow in my direction - This episode playing out as a gesture of amour from a love struck beau. It was not long, though, before yours... Continue Reading →
Scene - Friday afternoon in an east Leeds coffee shop. A middle-aged man of erratic mind enjoys a catch up over a cappuccino with an uncle in his dotage. Perched on stools on stools in the company of local coffee patrons and three baristas, what follows are excerpts from the duo's post-noon verbal exchanges. "Things... Continue Reading →
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 →