Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Eight years ago today legendary CBS anchor-man Walter Cronkite passed away. A genial, erudite man he was once dubbed ‘the most trusted man in America’, leading to him being allowed to chaperone Richard Nixon’s ego while vacationing in Galveston. Evidently, though, Cronkite was unimpressed with the most trusted man accolade; deeming it an insignificant due to lack of competition at the time. Although... Continue Reading →
Fallen from crest, carer careers Heads for terra firma recalcitrantly Clutched from catastrophe thy fate? Or destiny distressing, firma terra destination? Tune in next week Same bat time, same bat channel Yeti appears courtesy o’ Harry's Chip Restaurant Plummeting pugnaciously, redemption implausible Saviour sought from plunge ruination Outlets clandestine, strain draining of soul Doth... Continue Reading →
On this day in 1969, Apollo 11 launched from Cape Kennedy in Florida, The crew of this momentous mission Neil Armstrong, Buzz Aldrin and Michael Collins left terra firma that day knowing one of them would soon make history by becoming the first man to set foot on the Moon. En route it was decided that man... Continue Reading →
In Hamlet not a village without church Will wrote of villains who smile and smile Termagant’s daughter does odious role model proud Thirty years torture of yeti despite consideration worthy Harridan proud of misguided advice Quartet of vain glorious delusional shout “Fore” Termagant’s union of faeces, fuels anti-man spite Tarring all geezers wi’ idiotic... Continue Reading →
Ordinarily, my writing process follows a similar recipe every day. It involves around two hours graft, half a bag of wine gums, two pints of water, a minimum of 500 words penned, add one picture that relates to the narrative. Before I finally add the title and publish. Today, I've decided to take a different creative... Continue Reading →
Childhood domain bound, tracks below feet Domicile o’ inculcation, though birthplace possesses heart Half century crisis of identity, through yeti unable to embrace Self-induced purgatory, mind tormented for his folly If purgatory a halfway house, then has he departed? His final journey, destination redemption. Locomotive, what are loco man’s motives Tracks are not of tears,... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, our clan learned the family head's post-surgery progress was satisfactory enough for his imminent discharge from hospital. Mally still has some occupational therapy (OT) hurdles to overcome, mainly surrounding stairway mobility, it was heartening to hear our clan head will soon be back in the bosom of his brood. Attempting to motivate my dad with his stair management, I misleadingly disclosed that his surgeon recommended forthwith his consumption of red... Continue Reading →
Visages staring from branches o’ shrubbery Perennial renderings in tree and bush exhibition Unfailingly stern or melancholic in façade None smile at yeti, dans le beau jardin What intimation thy presence moot. Why face mournful evergreen verdure? Fauna existence akin to sapiens morose? Plant Prozac may uplift from mental canker Lavender lithium may sooth... Continue Reading →
This morning, I was surprised to learn that 241 years ago to the day Captain James Cook started his third and final voyage……………. It only seems like yesterday he left Plymouth, accompanied by a hail of musket fire, well-wishers badinage and the sound of Rod Stewart's I Am Sailing. The principal objective of his third voyage was to find the... Continue Reading →