Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
On Saturday afternoon I'd a re-occurrence of lower back issues which dog me from time to time. I'm unaware of this latest lumbar incident's cause; however I can say without any doubt the last few days have seen me suffer agonisingly with upper glute muscle discomfort. Trying to take a positive from the event, on... Continue Reading →
On Friday lunchtime I stood proudly as part of a voluntary team collecting on behalf of 2022's Marie Curie Great Daffodil Appeal. My second voluntary role of the year (I'd undertaken a similar role the previous week) a brio augmenting episode made even more worthwhile by the magnanimous patrons of Morrisons supermarket, Morley. I've not... Continue Reading →
I've been in a mischievous mood of late. While going about my daily existence, this modality manifesting desires to act upon the devilment frequently springing into yours truly's cognisant mind. Some of these silly episodes making it past the idea stage, gaining liberty into the ether via the conduit of my sometime 'shoot from the... Continue Reading →
It's amazing to think the month of March will be upon us on Tuesday and, like a hapless giraffe who’d ordered the incorrect takeaway pizza, we'll stand one sixth of the way through 2022's watch. As the cliché goes ‘Time flies’……. Well, apart from Bank Holidays when the French air traffic controllers are normally on... Continue Reading →
Dark grey clouds provide the landscape as I look out from the deck of my newly constructed ark. A vessel built on a whim two weeks prior to the arrival of the seemingly endless precipitation which's dogged West Yorkshire of late, Unlike Noah, there's not two of every animal on my buoyant new abode which... Continue Reading →
With a little help from my virtual buddy Alexa, I've at last found a strategy which appears to partially counter my long-running and habitual sleep deprivation. This aide au sommeil being, on my command, sexy Lexxy emitting a calming heavy rainfall soundscape within yours truly's bed chamber. Sounds aimed at, and thus far effectively, negating... Continue Reading →
Head bowed, with gravity dispersing tears across a cold stone floor, I strolled slowly behind my equally distraught offspring headed out of the crematorium door. The events playing out as they, me and a host of other family and friends (while stood a foot or so from her coffin) had just bode a final farewell... Continue Reading →
It's a long time since I've wandered along the unpredictable and opinion dividing literary corridors of poetry writing. Today, though, inspired by an absolutely beautiful sonnet written by my brother Ian for our mother's funeral service, I thought I'd once again tentatively revisit the marmite genre I frequently penned around 4-5 years ago. To clarify,... Continue Reading →
Sunday 10th October - It's a week since my siblings and me bode the familial matriarch a tearful farewell. At this time last Sunday after mum's passed I was utterly numb. A time existing in a dazed cloud exacerbated by the previous three days of sleep deprivation while being sustained by sandwiches and stolen slices... Continue Reading →