Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
This morning an unexpected audible ping greeted my arrival into the living room. Conscious it was Valentine’s Day, I romanticised this sound maybe Cupid's bow string metaphorically shooting an arrow in my direction - A gesture of amour from a love struck beau. Upon realisation the noise's origin was the sound of my boxer short... Continue Reading →
Saturday saw me journey north from West Yorkshire to my boyhood town of Gateshead, where I left to seek my fortune in 1987. This odyssey to attend a gig at Glasshouse International Music Centre (GIMC), formerly known as the Sage. Footnote – I never earned much of a fortune, but spending the last 37 years... Continue Reading →
Seeking inspiration for today’s writing group submission I wandered a lane taking me to a time where I wore a younger man’s clothes. Well, to be more accurate, when I wore a young boy’s clothes… That reminds me, I need to return those clothes to the young boy; after all, I have had them for... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, I started penning a submission for an upcoming writing group meeting. A yarn which, although having potential as a short story, for various reasons I am not going to complete. The prompt topic for next Wednesday’s tale was cinema. Initial thoughts leading to me begin writing a story about a small local movie theatre.... Continue Reading →
In a quiet moment of reflection, while waiting for the 108 bus to Barnsley, two things struck me… Three if you count the pebble which jettisoned from a passing car which ricocheted off the knuckles of my right hand, One observation a philosophical take on the adage ‘Don’t bite the hand that feeds. The other,... Continue Reading →
I am back in my old writing ground of a White Rose Shopping Centre café in Leeds. The retail outlet, which my partner Sarah colourfully dubs the ‘Shite Rose’, surprisingly busy for a Monday morning. Although today’s heavy rain is probably contributing towards the unexpected aisle congestion. Sarah has many nicknames for retail outlets, including... Continue Reading →
Of late, I have taken on a few more doggy day care duties for my partner Sarah. This following her daughter Katelan and fella Simon’s departure from her home. Packing in my part-time job affording me opportunity to undertake this labour of love. Let me start by saying I have absolutely no issue with keeping... Continue Reading →
Today's literary offering is a submission I read for a bi-weekly writing group I attend in the village of Spofforth, North Yorkshire. For those who don't know where Spofforth is, it is on the outskirts of Wetherby. If you don't know where Wetherby is and really want to know, bloody Google it!... Chuffing hell, I... Continue Reading →
Seeking inspiration for today’s narrative, I am indulging in a spot of people watching from my office/spare bedroom window. With deciduous trees currently barren, my perch affording unhindered views of the busy road and pathways of the main Wakefield to Barnsley thoroughfare. Insulated against the sub-zero temperatures with wooly hat, anorak and fleece, the folks... Continue Reading →