Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
I'm taking a lazy option when it comes to today's blogging process. Instead of my usual 500 minimum narrative, yours truly intends to share a selection of parody biographical data which form part of books printed and published on my behalf by blookup.com. These predominantly fictional vignettes written with a view of augmenting the clambake's... Continue Reading →
I wrote recently of a new creative avenue I've started wandering. These tentative inaugural steps undertaken in the pastime of primitive art. Etchings drawn to accompany a whimsical quip or social comment, not to exhibit any prowess with the pencil, of which I'd be the first to admit I'm not technically gifted. Yesterday's drawing was... Continue Reading →
Having consumed two rounds of wholegrain toast, smeared heavily in marmite, washed down with a Baltic cold pint of water, I'm crouched on Tuesday 28th July's starting blocks ready to partake in today's literary race. Actually, race is probably the incorrect noun in the previous sentence. After all, you can't rush writing these narratives. I... Continue Reading →
It's just ten days before Leeds United's footballing return to (hopefully) conclude the 2019/20 COVID delayed Championship season. A remaining nine games which'll (again hopefully) propel the club back into the Premiership after sixteen years in English football's second tier or lower. In pundit parlay, prior to coronavirus induced cessation of footballing hostilities, my half... Continue Reading →
This essay is the 1,900th blog manifesting from my capricious mind since embarking on this literary odyssey in March 2015. While sitting at my patio table, in close proximity on my starboard bow a money spider tenaciously navigates the web it's weaved. A view I take as a sign for the future...... Sadly, not one... Continue Reading →
On the back cover on each of my self-published tomes I include brief autobiographical data, which I pen in the third person. As it's probably apparent, this predominantly self-deprecating fictional detail has been written with tongue very much in cheek. Below is a selection of those thus far printed, which I've amalgamated into one post...…... Continue Reading →
Wednesday 6th June - I had a sojourn to Ilkley this morning/early afternoon. Accompanied by my spouse and doubts about the government's Brexit strategy, we journeyed 17 miles by trusty steed (well, trusty Vauxhall Astra) north west of our bustling metropolis. Ilkley, West Yorkshire's spa town with it's core of Victorian architecture, quaint stores, Betty's... Continue Reading →
Tuesday 24th April - I'm Bexley Wing in situ, sitting on a waiting room sofa adjacent to my wife. Our attendance at the Leeds hospital wing necessitated by her appointment for monthly oncology treatment. Patients left and right aren't clowns and jokers - Although we are 'stuck in the middle'*** of patients and their brood.... Continue Reading →