Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
It's 5.22am as I commence this daily chronicle. My attention currently fixed on a curious whistling noise which is holds my attention while I endeavour waxing lyrical. To steal one of my own old jokes, Lyrical is my cat and he's not overly happy about this waxing arrangement. With there being issues around the capitalisation... Continue Reading →
Tuesday 17th August 2021 - As I look westerly from my office window, on the horizon the imposing Pennine Hills stare back at me. Views of this magnificent geological landmass a bequest to generations of my ancestors for as long as I'd forebears living in Leeds. Well, I suppose, not exactly like my forebears. After... Continue Reading →
Today's sees the first blog I've written in my newly revamped bedroom/office. Ordinarily penning these essays perched on uncomfortable kitchen chairs, or coffee shop pew, it's good to report my literary environment's been enhanced immeasurably by adding a comfort laden office chair to the amended decor. Only time will tell if my penmanship/creativity output is... Continue Reading →
Witnessing the conspiracy theory nonsense being spewed at will during (My Pillow CEO) Mike Lindell's Cyber Symposium I couldn't help ponder whether the adage 'There's no such thing as bad publicity' isn't without flaws. Of course, the moustachioed oddball may justify these events with observations individuals want to hear his sage-like words relaying how the... Continue Reading →
Buoyed by the recent publication of a feature I'd written for Britain's best-selling regional magazine, The Dalesman, I've spent a segment of this morning reaching out to editors of other UK publications - My aim to secure similar opportunities to air my literary wares. My email pitch (which I've included at the foot of this... Continue Reading →
According to the Sky News article click bait which's just uninvitedly popped onto my mobile device screen, Britain's most notorious conman Mark Acklom will shortly be afforded his release from prison. With my never ending desire to write whimsy, along with mischievousness borne from middle-aged cynicism, exposure to this bulletin heightened my exuberance levels to... Continue Reading →
Even though it's competing against a substantial sleep deprivation rap sheet of late, last night saw my worst nights kip for many a year. In fact, as I lay awake at 1.45am, yours truly concluded I don't think my slumber longevity has been this poor over a sustained period since working night shifts during the... Continue Reading →
Twenty years ago if confronted by troubling episodes yours truly oft sought solutions to these unwelcome life intrusions by posing the simple question "What would H from Steps do in this situation?" This strategy borne from witnessing H, one of the five singers from the pop band who brought us toe-tappers Stomp and Say You'll... Continue Reading →
As I commence this journal, I'm back in my 'go to' coffee house writing retreat at the White Rose Shopping Centre (WRSC), Leeds. Sat opposite on an adjacent table is a woman who I'd guess is a similar age to me (50's) with short blond hair. This lady whose face seems familiar, although I'm at... Continue Reading →