Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
It'd be fair to observe that prevailing global events adorn a hat named darkly surreal. In varying degrees of severity, these day terrors tainting most of human existences worldwide. This unchartered landscape, impacting everyone's lives in such epic proportions that if experienced during night terrors would be disregarded as too fantastical to countenance as possible.... Continue Reading →
This weekend, I furloughed my Sky Sports subscription. An adjudication which'll no doubt be a cost saving strategy employed by a majority of subscribers to this satellite/cable TV conduit. Whatever situation gave birth to the adage 'It's a no-brainer', it couldn't possibly have made a stronger case for it's adoption than my actions on Sunday.... Continue Reading →
Yesterday it was spectral to witness aerial news footage, which I assume was recorded by drone (or perhaps an incredibly strong pigeon), broadcasting prevailing scenes at Venice's St Marks Square and nearby canal system. Clapping eyes on such a historically significant city, whose iconic architectural canvas is now bereft of human colour, drove home (if... Continue Reading →
This morning my website writesaidfred.org hosted an inaugural tarry from a citizen of Christmas Island. Like all of my global cousins, this guest, although not targeting my web domain from position of specific invitation, was warmly welcome to view my literary fare. The Indian Ocean island a 153rd source country whose populace had targeted my... Continue Reading →
Despite it's best efforts, COVID-19 was unable to affix the ruining of my birthday to it's mammoth collateral damage rap sheet. To be clear, when correlating against the utter global devastation sweeping along in coronavirus' wake, even if lockdown had guided my celebrations down a route to purgatory, I realise the episode wouldn't warrant mention... Continue Reading →
It's been endearing to receive so many birthday wishes via social media. I'm always appreciative when individuals take time to convey regards; a gratitude mirrored when also making space in their schedules for tarries to my website writesaidfred.org and/or read my narratives. With my time predominantly spent in solitude for a few years now, by... Continue Reading →
Fifty plus years ago today, in a West Yorkshire maternity unit, I made my inaugural appearance on this dysfunctional planet. An unremarkable event which went much to plan, apart from an unexpected necessity of engaging a tattoo artist to cover up three sixes discovered on my bonce. This body art charlatan, charging my parents £20... Continue Reading →
To utilise urban patois, this afternoon the West Yorkshire sun is cracking the flags. If yours truly could muster enough enthusiasm to paint his current garden view, the spectator of the final oil based vision would be bequeathed an aesthetically pleasing horticultural landscape. This sight incorporating a manicured emerald lawn, sandstone retaining wall, along with... Continue Reading →
Four general knowledge laden hours passed. An inquisitional tarry undertaken by six northern Englishmen; bonded by decades of acquaintance, fondness of the creative and incriminating photos. Despite quizzical feuding for 240 minutes, or so, the contest concluding with no identifiable winner of any of the segmental battles, or the ultimate war. A disorganised hotchpotch of... Continue Reading →