Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
On Christmas Day I was fortunate to have the opportunity to liberate quite a few gifts from their wrapping paper incarceration. Trinkets which made me grateful I've such thoughtful family and friends. Bestowals whose number were heavily stacked by redolently scented cosmetic creams and sprays; circumstances sowing seeds of doubt in my erratic mind I'd... Continue Reading →
One of the largest challenges I face while quilling these daily journals is crafting gags for the more whimsical lexicological offerings. Predominantly written bereft of a sounding bound, I'm writing gags which've not been witnessed, approved or dismissed prior to, via writesaidfred.org, launching them unceremoniously onto the worldwide web. Without prior critical feedback seeds of... Continue Reading →
During conversations with readers of my penmanship some feel moved to convey "I don't know where you get all your ideas from, Gary." Submissions I generally take to be complimentary observations of my creative prowess displayed within these daily chronicles. I don't make these assumptions from a position of hubris, moreover the complimentary tone in... Continue Reading →
In the absence of my estranged wife, I'm back residing at my marital home for a few nights. Circumstances, though, that didn't stop me lunching at my mother's abode today; my company the brood's matriarch, my son Jonathon and his affianced Jenny. This family feast not just any old lunch, moreover the culinary banquet a M&S... Continue Reading →
With Christmas Day hurtling towards us with the speed of a linen basket escaping a pair of The Grinch's three week worn underpants, I'm concerned to be still awaiting delivery of half the festive gifts I purchased online in the middle of November...... In hindsight, perhaps it was misguided to order my daughter Rachel a... Continue Reading →
As alluded to within numerous of my essays, of late GJ Strachan has penned a large proportion of his daily prose residing in a White Rose Shopping Centre (WRSC) coffee house, south Leeds. This frequency of visit so regular the very amiable baristas seem so au fait with my order that on occasion they've commenced... Continue Reading →
Chestnuts roasting on a open fire Jack Frost nipping at your nose Yuletide songs being sung by a choir Folks dressed up like Eskimos. Excerpts from this morning's list of distractions to yours truly's literary flow. As you can imagine, attempting to concentrate on penning a narrative whilst your nose's being nipped, in conjunction to the... Continue Reading →
This morning, upon my arrival at the breakfast table, my mother announced forecasters were predicting imminent adverse meteorological conditions in the north of England. Exposure to snow, high winds and risk of polar bear attack just some of the unpleasantness apparently heading the way of us northerners. I'm assuming her source was a qualified weather... Continue Reading →
Door sixteen of the advent calendar sits ajar. Consequently, Santa's only eight days left to bark out further motivational banter to his reindeer 'army', prior to their gruelling twenty four hour shift dragging fat arse and his gift laden chariot around the globe. In preparation for an arduous night on the 24th December, Dasher, Dancer,... Continue Reading →