Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Of late, I have taken on a few more doggy day care duties for my partner Sarah. This following her daughter Katelan and fella Simon’s departure from her home. Packing in my part-time job affording me opportunity to undertake this labour of love. Let me start by saying I have absolutely no issue with keeping... Continue Reading →
Today's literary offering is a submission I read for a bi-weekly writing group I attend in the village of Spofforth, North Yorkshire. For those who don't know where Spofforth is, it is on the outskirts of Wetherby. If you don't know where Wetherby is and really want to know, bloody Google it!... Chuffing hell, I... Continue Reading →
In lieu of a blog, today I include my submission for a writing group I attended yesterday. The prompt for our submissions was 'flooded river':- Through my front room window, I watch water advance slowly towards the riverside bungalows neighbours and I call home. Although proceeding at a sloth-like pace it remains a a sinister... Continue Reading →
I have been stricken with COVID since Christmas Day; the virus an unintended festive present from my fragrant beau Sarah… Well, hopefully the pathogen wasn’t intentionally passed to me by the shapely West Yorkshire lass. Although with her mischievous sense of humour, I wouldn’t totally rule it out. The Ossett lady was similarly afflicted last... Continue Reading →
Apart from the odd journey to keep the engine ticking over and stopping the battery going flat, Victor (my VW campervan) has been placed into hibernation for the winter. When I say hibernation I, of course, do not mean I’ve driven him into a huge box containing water, lettuce and shredded newspaper like Blue Peter... Continue Reading →
Earlier in the week, while mingling with attendees at a friend’s funeral in Gateshead, an old mate commented he'd noticed I'd not been as prolific with my blog writing lately. I responded the situation a consequence of taking up of a part-time job role; meaning opportunities to pen my unreliable prose had diminished markedly. The... Continue Reading →
Yesterday witnessed the celebration of All Hallows' Evening in numerous countries across the globe. A time of fancy dress, imaginatively sculptured pumpkins and hyper kids not sleeping after eating six bags of Haribo gummy bears, four lollipops and eighteen sherbet dips. Blimey, I’m showing my age there. I'm not even sure you can still purchase sherbet dips.... Continue Reading →
It has been an expensive week motor vehicle wise. Insuring and paying road tax for Victor the campervan, along with purchasing two new front tyres for my car has seen the best part of 1,000 English pounds haemorrhage from my savings account. Bearing in mind Victor spends 99% of his existence off road, either on... Continue Reading →
Friday 18th August – The words currently defiling once chaste paper in front of me are the first I have had opportunity to escribe since last Tuesday am. That an occasion where, as part of a writing workshop, I transcribed antics of a fictional emotional support team. Part of a novel I am currently endeavouring to... Continue Reading →