Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
When I'm writing, I find my creative capacity diminishes as the shadows lengthen in my back garden, resulting in me rarely undertaking the pastime on an evening. The art of penmanship takes on a whole new mantle when I’m feeling jaded, introducing a latency in thought not ordinarily present prior to dejeuner. I suppose it’s only common sense that after a day of... Continue Reading →
Todays narrative is the 700th since I commenced my literary journey in spring 2015. I started this almost daily journal of partly fictional monologues (based on fact) in the March of that year, its aim a short term distraction from challenging issues affecting my family...... These are enduring issues that still remain very much part of my broods... Continue Reading →
After a pain free car journey in rush hour traffic on the Leeds inner ring road, followed by breakfast muffin sustenance in the Bexley Wing Costa coffee, I'm now invigorated and ready for the day ahead. Getting out of bed for Karen’s early appointment with her oncologist required some effort today. In fact, it took... Continue Reading →
Well this time next week the fat bloke dressed in red will have distributed his presents and now be troughing on a hearty five course Christmas dinner........ But enough already about the profligate Christmas Day goings on in footballer Wayne Rooney’s family home! I spent a couple of hours at lunchtime today in a store at... Continue Reading →
After two hospital visits so far this week, it’s good to be appointment free on this bright autumnal morning. I seek neither sympathy or kudos for my minor role in Karen’s fight with her rance maladie, I merely raise this as a thought that recently propagated my neurological corridors. Although they have blighted her existence for nearly six years... Continue Reading →
Its 08.09 am on Monday 10th October. As I start to pen this blog my long suffering, courageous wife and I reside in a waiting area of one of Europe’s top oncological institutes. The dwindling West Yorkshire temperatures outside bring with them the first autumnal sightings of neck scarves, gloves and survivalist Bear Grylls. It’s unusual... Continue Reading →
It's the World’s Greatest Coffee Morning event today. Up and down this sceptre isle, hundreds of thousands of the populous will be slurping hot caffeine infused drinks (unless you have de-caffeinated), in addition to troughing on vast quantities of cakes and biscuits. All with the common charitable goal of raising millions of pounds for MacMillan... Continue Reading →
Hospital visits a plenty this week for my significant other. Yesterday saw her undergo a blood test; while today we shall spend an hour or so, on the hottest September day in the UK for 50 years, bathing in the strip lighting glow of an oncology unit waiting room. The strip lights are far less of a skin... Continue Reading →
As I write this narrative, my significant other is in the kitchen attempting to brighten her dank West Yorkshire morning listening to classic old tunes (well, apart from Status Quo) on Magic FM. As Karen ‘treats’ me to an out of tune version of a Tina Turner song through the open panelled door, the aural... Continue Reading →