Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Muddled, befuddled, disorientated, addled Lexicologically akin, each suffixed with ‘led’ Apart from disorientated; maverick that conforms not Bewildered states, though not star spangled. Fog remains, contrary to forecast Keeley promised sunshine; absence though conspicuous One day yeti will need factor 20 Terrible storm though a pre-requisite. Hirsute man accepts strain universal Dwellers by billion... Continue Reading →
It's lunchtime and I'm commencing this blog perched in an armchair in my parent's living room. I know I didn't need to relay I was sat on part of mater and pater's three piece suite, however I'm trying to add to the scene descriptive. I realise you probably took it as read that while creating this literary masterpiece I'd... Continue Reading →
It's early days yet, but I'm now into the swing of the programme to improve my fitness and diet. Pleasingly, thus far my discipline has remained intact, resulting in yours truly now consuming cherry tomatoes and strawberries when snacking, not to mention a healthier breakfast of porridge. Since the programme's inception, I've stayed clear of picking at slices of... Continue Reading →
A life in caricature; yeti's shield Court jester his sabre; difference he abhorred Two score summers and ten, seeking tribe Foolishly acquiescing, belonging incumbent. Caricature now reconciled at possessing mind random Vive la difference, mantra of his redemption Worries not now of prejudiced fellows Spiteful connivers; thimblerigging to deceive. Incongruity acceptance is caricature’s saviour Offending... Continue Reading →
I'm in the process of attempting to address the unhealthier elements of my life. This strategy has seen me reduce my diet of fat based food, have a Personal Trainer draw me up an exercise and diet plan, and cessation of utilising the word clunge. This personal fitness and diet programme has already seen me lose 25 pounds,... Continue Reading →
Take on book A Town Like Alice Shute’s tome given Modfather spin 82 Stop apologising, proffers bard Seek not redemption, his rapid beat advocacy Except things propagated thyself. No guarantee of existential longevity Though cruelty a certain acquaintance From within thyself a change requires manifestation Now factory in situ, empty milk carts of Weller’s... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, my son Jonny asked me for advice about starting a role in a building where I worked for around 20 years. This state of the art structure is home to a financial institution where I'm technically still employed; but for personal reasons have been absent from for a while. My boy's role is completely different to what I did, so I couldn't give... Continue Reading →
Mind countenances revenging entirety Despite misdemeanours being actions of one Bitterness, spite cascades from harridan’s dermis Toxic tort, indoctrinating vitriol your proud legacy to dolls Opining worthless, frontier gibberish of delivery. Where art thou warmth and humanity railway town termagant? Can it be exhumed, or has ne’er heretofore? Thy slap heed betrothed proffers thee a coo Rare... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, I ventured to the enchanting North Yorkshire spa town of Harrogate, our journey courtesy of the number 36 Ripon bus. It was a congenial sojourn in the comfort of leather upholstery seats with integrated USB port, personal table, free wifi and the affable tones of TV presenter Harry Gration informing passengers the location of each stop. During... Continue Reading →