Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
This morning, I spent time online creating bespoke 2021 calendars for family and friends. This spontaneous fit of craftwork producing an A4 size almanac containing one of my caricatures for each of the twelve months of 2021. So, as a Christmas gift, eight 'lucky' family members and/or buddies will receive a year long reminder that... Continue Reading →
I've recently returned from watching an under-16 football match between my new locale Tingley and former manor Colton. A spontaneous decision resulting in a couple of hours where I got to meet up with my Colton based buddy Mike. He in attendance to watch son Sam, who plays as a midfielder for the away side.... Continue Reading →
After a few days where over the top absurdity's tarried the sentences and paragraphs of my literary concepts, today I've vowed to pen a more profound narrative. Consequently, Saturday's aspiration is to paint a belles-lettres; a lexicological magnum opus which'll tap so far into the soul of it's reader, on concluding the piece, they'll feel... 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 →
In this my 1,950th narrative, I wanted to touch upon a separate literary milestone achieved three days ago. This landmark my blogging website writesaidfred.org receiving 100,000 hits since it's 2015 inception. Its content predominantly jocular, partly fictional journals, diary entries and poems with subjects covering various aspects of past and contemporary life events. This heavily... Continue Reading →
With the COVID wrecking ball's Mexican Wave continuing it's circumnavigation of the globe, life in this Wyndhamesque post-apocalyptic landscape lingers unabated. With the world bereft of a scientific counteragent, the pathogen making hay following its Faustian selling of soul to Beelzebub. A stark metaphorical pact granting coronavirus carte blanche to proceed with its grim agenda.... Continue Reading →
It's Thursday the something of something - Today, it's expected the UK government will extend the nations COVID-19 induced lockdown for a further three weeks. Their inevitable decision necessitated by requirement to protect NHS resources from becoming overrun; subsequently, saving lives. Clearly, I'm no expert, or indeed claim full insight behind the judgement rationale. However,... Continue Reading →
The apocalyptic sci-fi redolence hovering over existence in the wake of COVID-19 gets stronger by the day. Yesterday's necessary escalation of restrictions to daily life arriving in the shape of governmental edicts; legislation decreeing none essential workers should only leave residences if/when absolutely necessary. In the previous week my narratives have included how living with this... Continue Reading →
