Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
In lockdown, to continue revisiting some of the 60-70 poems written in summer 2017 (don't worry I'm not gonna post them all!), I present prose penned to a higher being, pleading my moribund father be granted more familial time. Who that being was/is I don't know. But regardless if it was one of the Holy... Continue Reading →
Endeavouring to address the unhealthier elements of my lifestyle, over recent months I'd adopted a strategy of reducing my intake of fat based food. In conjunction with these dietary concessions, prior to COVID induced incarceration, I'd also engaged a Personal Trainer to draw me up an exercise plan. This personal fitness and diet programme has... Continue Reading →
This evening, I'll be partaking in a virtual quiz with a group of Gateshead buddies. As I write I've no idea of the question format quizmaster Jeff Patterson will adopt. However, I'm hoping there's a food and drink category, which among its enquiries includes the insightful catechism "What did Gary Strachan have the morning for... Continue Reading →
At a risk of alienating my readers and social media followers, this week I've embarked upon the always risky strategy of publishing my poetry. A controversial pastime which led to the following observations on the blurb of a poetry book I self-published a couple of years back. Today's sonnet contains a few observations about the... Continue Reading →
With little, or no, chance of securing a holiday abroad for the foreseeable future, earlier I spent a quiet hour recollecting the verve and vigour resultant from Mediterranean odysseys of yore. One of these sojourns a vacation to Corfu Town with buddy, Dave. Leaving any form of serendipity in the departure lounge of Newcastle airport,... Continue Reading →
With the COVID wrecking ball's Mexican Wave continuing it's circumnavigation of the globe, life in this Wyndhamesque post-apocalyptic landscape lingers unabated. With the world bereft of a scientific counteragent, the pathogen making hay following its Faustian selling of soul to Beelzebub. A stark metaphorical pact granting coronavirus carte blanche to proceed with its grim agenda.... Continue Reading →
I've absolutely no issue with religion per se. The comfort it brings to those with faith in a host of dreadful situations is heartwarming and noble. In addition, I've nothing but admiration for those who live by the ecclesiastical edicts they serve as a life choice to follow. I am, though, baffled by individuals who... Continue Reading →
Keen to enrich my literary skillset, I'm contemplating making some of my chronicles available via the conduits of podcast and/or video stream. These delivery channels perhaps the next organic leap for yours truly as I endeavour to expand brand writesaidfred.org. During these current COVID-19 affected times, it feels to me that if I can succeed... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, excitement levels of GJ Strachan's lockdown landscape briefly upped a notch. This short-lived brio arriving in the shape of aesthetic rebirth bequeathed from removing my unkempt beard. Some, well probably everyone, would deem this episode barely warrants mention on the rock and roll lifestyle scale. However, when the day prior to that's most invigorating... Continue Reading →