Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
You'll not know this but yours truly is a fan of movie scores. And if you did, as I've never really disclosed that snippet biographical info, I'd be interested to know how. Not to mention question what other gossip relating to me is currently in circulation... Oh, and assure everyone the horse story isn't true.... Continue Reading →
Recently I enrolled upon a course of Zoom based writing workshops. These delightful clambakes giving me an opportunity to engage with like-minded individuals who share my love of penmanship, or penwomanship in the case of other participants. Incidentally, despite yours truly's spell checker stating penwomanship isn't a genuine word, as penpersonship receives similarly negative responses... Continue Reading →
I'm penning this missive aboard carriage A on a Transpennine train to Newcastle. Out of the window to my right the flat sweeping green fields of North Yorkshire provide enchantingly scenic views. Looking through left sided windows affords similarly aesthetic landscape for this middle aged fella's tired eyes. They say the early bird captures the... Continue Reading →
I wrote a significant amount of the attached narrative last week as a tribute to a pooch with who I'd forged a strong bond since arriving into my life on his mother's shirttails around a year ago. Due to an amalgam of time restraints, other more pressing issues and author uncertainty around the prose, I've... Continue Reading →
Regular readers to these missives will probably realise I've a penchant for occasionally poking fun at my younger brother Ian's ingrained clumsiness. Observations mischievously portraying our kid as a Closeauesque figure with an honours degree in Mr Beanery from Chuckle Brothers University, Rotherham. I published such a blog last week titled Hurricane Ian – The... Continue Reading →
After this weekend there's a chance I can kiss goodbye to the deposit I posted to cover against damage to the apartment I'm currently renting close to Wakefield city centre. Jeopardy of me being £650 outta pocket at my tenancy conclusion introduced in the shape of a four day visit from my younger brother Ian.... Continue Reading →
This effort littéraire is my first creative offering since the 12th September. A prose paucity consequential of several life episodes, rendering free time at my laptop of a premium. Amongst the culprits causing this dearth of written dialect were a couple of short breaks, along with a multitude of tasks borne from moving home a... Continue Reading →
I've a topic request for today's blog. Well, that's not strictly true as it was the style of writing, not the actual subject matter within the paragraphs, which I was asked to alter for this post. The request coming from my Ossett squeeze Sarah's youngest daughter Katelan who, during a literary critique of my penmanship,... Continue Reading →
Today (hopefully) sees the the commencement of calm after the storm of moving from one West Yorkshire residence to another. An odyssey starting in January when my siblings and I first marketed our late parents abode; an episode which ended as 2022's ninth month dawned. Footnote - Incidentally, I'm not singling out West Yorkshire as... Continue Reading →