Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Below the mezzanine level coffee house where I'm sitting is an ongoing promotion for MG cars. Well, I'm assuming it's a automobile promotion, not that the MG ZS and a MG HS PHEV cars I'm looking down upon took a wrong turn in the White Rose Shopping Centre car park, subsequently coming to an inglorious... 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 →
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 →
A fragrant redolence of lavender accompanies me while penning today's literary output in Mally's Bar (the garden patio area I've named after my late father) . Its source, you'll be unamazed to learn, a lavender bush situated around two feet to my left. This pleasant bouquet soon to be enhanced further by six (soon to... Continue Reading →
I'm penning this chronicle at a White Rose Shopping Centre (WRSC) coffee house, taking advantage of three hours respite from caring for my mum. My sojourn partly born from knowledge if I remain within chez Strachan's hallowed walls when afforded this break, I'll still end up making cuppas and lunches for my mum, Maggie...... Not... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, during an online account registration, the receipt of a 'I'm not a robot?' message set me thinking. To clarify, witnessing the inquiry made me think about robots - It wasn't a trigger to thinking in general. I can confirm that in the immediate seconds prior to the cyborg notions, GJ Strachan was contemplating several... Continue Reading →
Endeavouring to reach the plateau of moving poetic prose my brother Ian produces in song lyrics, at the weekend I asked my younger sibling what his secret was. Misunderstanding to what I was alluding, Ian candidly responded his guilty secret was finding animated dog Scooby Doo adorable. Not wishing to dwell on this revelation, yours... Continue Reading →
It's Good Friday - A time when christians around the globe congregate to mark the crucifixion of Christ. The son of God condemned to death by Pontus Pilate at the request of the Sanhedrin. Jesus' alleged crime that of claiming to be the King of the Jews, along with a lesser trumped-up charge of misspelling... Continue Reading →
