Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
If asked, I would back myself to be able to pen a vignette on a variety of topics. Ordinarily, all yours truly needs is a sight, sound, redolence, or some other stirring of senses to spark creative juices into life. With this in mind, it won’t surprise you to learn, currently journaling accompanied by picturesque... Continue Reading →
During a reflective moment yesterday, lyrics to Daryl Hall and John Hall's 1970s song Sara's Smile meandered evocatively around my neurological corridors. These locutions floated around my mind, gently blown along by a metaphorical zephyr. Calming and soothing my soul, evoking thoughts of my beau Sarah. Sure, unlike Daryl Hall's girlfriend Sara, my Ossett squeeze... Continue Reading →
At the risk of turning this into a less accomplished Alan Bennett biscuit monologue, yesterday I became reacquainted with the joys of Rich Teas. After having my head turned with the enchantment of a chocolate Hob Nob in the mid-1980's, a cookie pleasure I'd not experienced for decades. The chocolate coated seductresses beckoning me to... Continue Reading →
My partner Sarah's residence, where I'm penning this piece, is around 200 yards as the crow flies from the Ossett care home where my mum passed away around eighteen months ago. With my beau out earning some pennies at the supervised living home where she plies her trade, I'm sitting here thinking about mater. In... Continue Reading →
I've not written a blog for nearly a fortnight now. This literary hiatus consequential of time restraints borne from moving from my late parents home into an apartment on Wakefield city centre's periphery. As with anyone undergoing a similar residential transfer will attest, this is a process necessitating the onerous task of packing away all... Continue Reading →
"They seek him here, they seek him thereThose Frenchies seek him everywhereIs he in heaven or is he in hell?That damned elusive Pimpernel." This morning, following a mystifying episode while walking the dogs (who I affectionately dub the Avashight twins), the above words from Dame Emma Orczy's novel The Scarlet Pimpernel made an unscheduled visit... Continue Reading →
"The real journey of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes." - Marcel Proust My second favourite Marcel (after mime artist Marcel Marceau) advocating a practical and balanced perception of events, rather than the event itself, afforded individuals greater revelation. Although I'm late to the party with this lobbying cry,... Continue Reading →
Yesterday I wrote a series of absurd questions in preparation or a bi-weekly Zoom quiz with buddies that evening. These three short rounds of five queries covering the arbitrary unrelated topics of adages, old time singer/actor George Formby and icon of 1980's kid's TV Metal Mickey. These rounds of fictional inquiries written with tongue lodged... Continue Reading →
A few years ago yours truly embarked on an exercise of broadening my literary horizons by dabbling with scribing poetry. These approximately eighty compositions penned with intended pomposity, mainly due to their delivered in an olde worlde style. Sonnets whose links can be found within my website writesaidfred.org under the home page menu title of... Continue Reading →