Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Collated as tributes to my mum who passed twelve days ago, over the previous few days my daily blogs've been an amalgam of essays written about unreliable memories relating to the matriarch. As highlighted in a prologue to those pieces, these are partly fictional tales based on fact, were the names of the innocent were... Continue Reading →
This is my first tarry to the keyboard for three days. The time between the trinity of dusk/dawns since my return from a weekend in Newcastle spent predominantly in bed; where I drifted in and out of sleep to the backdrop of audiobooks. During these hours ventures for a COVID-19 PCR test and a GP... Continue Reading →
Sunday 22nd August - In need of reinvigoration after months of sameness, overnight I changed the aesthetics on my website..... Incidentally, that's the site which required reinvigorating, not me! Don't get me wrong, I'm desperately in need of mental rejuvenation. However, I can assure you re-invigorating me under prevailing times would be a significantly tougher... Continue Reading →
My recent behaviour, borne from the strains of being a carer to a dementia patient, has degenerated to such an extent I can only describe my current demeanour to be that of a functioning Tourettes sufferer. The level of my cursing in prevailing times, particularly when pacing chez Strachan like a caged lion, is completely... Continue Reading →
As a man who likes to create through either the conduit of words or drawing, I've recently undertaken research to try and understand how my own particular skill sets fit in with other creatives. My objective that of attempting to interpret what psychologists state makes me and other innovators tick. Incidentally, when writing 'recently undertaken... Continue Reading →
One of the most irksome of the many challenging episodes tainting yours truly's recent existential landscape has been my dementia afflicted mother's recent inability to fathom how the TV remote control functions. Consequently, even the most basic of acts, such as taking the telly out of standby mode, or merely changing channel, are now as... Continue Reading →
It's 5.22am as I commence this daily chronicle. My attention currently fixed on a curious whistling noise which is holds my attention while I endeavour waxing lyrical. To steal one of my own old jokes, Lyrical is my cat and he's not overly happy about this waxing arrangement. With there being issues around the capitalisation... Continue Reading →
Today's sees the first blog I've written in my newly revamped bedroom/office. Ordinarily penning these essays perched on uncomfortable kitchen chairs, or coffee shop pew, it's good to report my literary environment's been enhanced immeasurably by adding a comfort laden office chair to the amended decor. Only time will tell if my penmanship/creativity output is... Continue Reading →
Witnessing the conspiracy theory nonsense being spewed at will during (My Pillow CEO) Mike Lindell's Cyber Symposium I couldn't help ponder whether the adage 'There's no such thing as bad publicity' isn't without flaws. Of course, the moustachioed oddball may justify these events with observations individuals want to hear his sage-like words relaying how the... Continue Reading →