Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
In a conscious effort to prove late Saturday evening's needn't be boring on Planet COVID, after watching a dramatic Huddersfield Giants v Warrington Wolves rugby league game, I watched a Sky Arts documentary about Dante's Inferno...... And, yes I'm being facetious! This feature telling of Dante Alighieri's 14th century poetic narrative, mainly concentrating on prose... Continue Reading →
"In a time of deceit, telling the truth is a revolutionary act.” - George Orwell. I recently stumbled across the English author's above philosophy. The stumble didn't cause an injury serious enough to file a compensation claim against the quote. I thought I'd raise the incident, though, to warn of the jeopardy of meeting a philosophical... 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 →
Despite existing on a landscape with the largest number of global media channels in history, today I've pondered whether any previous world crisis has manifested such widespread confusion amongst the populace. Attempting to pick wheat from the multitude of COVID chaff on both online and legacy communication conduits is, quite frankly, as challenging as picking... Continue Reading →
This morning witnessed my inaugural visit to the bottle bank since UK's COVID lockdown commenced in March. During the intervening months numerous empty wine bottles have stacking up in my mum's garage. Their ever burgeoning number, over time, making visits to that section of the residence feel like a walk of shame. With every meander... Continue Reading →
With precipitation yet again forming part of my writing landscape, the refrain 'The Rain In Spain Falls Mainly On The Plain' , from musical My Fair Lady, plays repeatedly on my cranial jukebox. This episode acting as a catalyst for a random attempt at adapting the song's lyric to reflect my local meteorology. Now, I'd like to think... Continue Reading →
