Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Until recently, I've been reticent to dip my toe into the previously unknown waters of writing poetry. There are many reasons I've avoided venturing along this literary avenue, mainly a personal disinterest in poetry, manifesting self-doubt into the structuring of content. Another driver behind my previous aversion to composing sonnets was, to some extent, I subscribe to the comment overheard in... Continue Reading →
Indiscriminate cacodemon; lesions with evil agenda Patron saint of spite; malodorous mutations Seven years of your malevolence weighs heavy, though breaks me not Despite thy blighting an eighth of mine two score and fourteen summers. Odious demigod, taunting from behind barrier incurable You may win the war, though not every battle initiated Mine betrothed, lion-hearted... Continue Reading →
This morning I opened the bedroom curtains to be greeted by a little seen spherical object overhead. Mustard of colour, it bequeathed a comforting warmth to my unshaven face and equally hirsute chest. Through tired eyes, I assumed either the sun had made a welcome return, or Laa Laa had been filled with helium again by his mischievous Teletubby friends. After... Continue Reading →
As July arrives at the front door enquiring if there is room at the Inn, I’d like to bid a vociferous good riddance to June. She turned out to be an odious mistress, whose watch was riddled with horrific incidents and ever deepening political turmoil. A rancid bedfellow, June left in her wake thousands of shattered lives, an unlikely coalition of UK political parties... Continue Reading →
My dad underwent a lengthy operation on Wednesday. For confidentially reasons, I’m not going to elaborate on the actual procedure undertaken; unless you’re prepared to buy me a pint, in which case my discretion can go bollocks. He’s been a real trooper throughout this challenging stay, in particular with his attempts at suppressing his occasionally... Continue Reading →
Yesterday I wrote a narrative disclosing ten things you probably didn't know about me. It was light hearted list, deliberately made daft, irrelevant, and uninformative. Without re-reading it, I can't recollect most of the nonsense I penned; the only one springing to mind being 'Little Jimmy Osmond taught my dog the piano.'...... A fact that was, of course, ridiculous and clearly untrue........ Jimmy was... Continue Reading →
I’ve been told by experienced bloggers that when confronted by writers block it's good practise to disclose to readers your story away from the quill. The theory being, by providing ten things they don’t know about you, your readership attain a greater insight into the author with a view to potentially build a stronger bond between both entities. Obviously, some caution needs to be applied when... Continue Reading →
Yesterday afternoon my wife and I ventured to the Leeds General Infirmary, visiting a family member (for anonymity I'll call Arthur) who is currently awaiting a surgical procedure. During our visit, the surgeon advised the work he's undertaking is a major operation, one requiring a steady hand and meticulous care. That being said, though, he... Continue Reading →
Ordinarily, my preference for my inaugural meal of the day is marmite on toast. On occasion, if I’m feeling particularly adventurous, I add a small tin of beans of the baked variety. A variety of Phaseolus vulgaris au jus tomato, which I find a flavoursome addition to the overall synergy of the recipe. I don’t always add... Continue Reading →