Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Ashes from last night's chiminea fire stare back at me as I commence today's descriptif quotidien. Hopefully that snippet of info paints the landscape I'm scribing this prose from a rattan pew at the top of my back garden. Although saying that, as I doubt you know the location my aforementioned fire pit, or indeed... Continue Reading →
Today's narrative is co-written by a special friend who's sitting next to me on the sofa providing offbeat prose and vape smoke. When I say special friend I don't mean I'm that fond of her; moreover she's a bit dim. Coincidentally (well nearly) she was brought up in the west Leeds suburb of Gildersome, a... Continue Reading →
Yesterday afternoon, while rapaciously quenching my thirst with a chilled Carlsberg lager during dinner preparation, my eyes were drawn to a message on the beer can announcing 'Cheers to football this summer'. How kind I thought upon reading such magnanimousness. This sight of a Danish brewery wishing the UK's national sport goodwill over the months... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, I inadvertently bequeathed myself an unwanted festive present; this haphazard benefaction the gift of pain and blood loss. A consequence of accidentally trapping a finger in my front door while putting the bins out. This Xmas trinket not requiring traditional yuletide wrapping paper, moreover the blood stemming qualities bestowed from quarter of a kitchen... Continue Reading →
GJ Strachan commences this monologue fresh from feeding my little canine buddy Coco her lunch. As I look across at my Labrador/retriever cross sat on the settee it's heartening to see the look of contentment borne from emptying her food bowl and the walk we embarked upon prior to eating.. Our perambulation taking place around... Continue Reading →