Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
The thin gruel provided from living a COVID lifestyle wears particularly heavy today. A mood that's diminished further from just witnessing England cricketer Jonny Bairstow losing his wicket in India. My fellow Yorkshireman holing out in the deep while six runs short of what would've been an accomplished century. Although, on a positive note, as... Continue Reading →
I've the pleasure of my mother's company as I commence this essay, Costa coffee in situ. This infrequent event of her presence while writing follows her request to accompany me to the White Rose Shopping Centre (WRSC) - Her mission to "Buy some bits for Christmas." An inquiry I was happy to accommodate, but only... Continue Reading →
I'm struggling to focus while writing this blog. Pre-weekly food shop, GJ Strachan is sitting in his mum's living room bereft of the serenity he craves while embracing penmanship. A consequence of the several distractions in his locale. Neurological intrusions courtesy of reality TV show contestants bartering with antique stall owners - Along with fielding... Continue Reading →
As uninvited daily intruders that add little to our existence, unsought distractions have an ever increasing influence on my capriciousness. This can be in the form of an untimely phone call from Geraldine Thompson in Mumbai offering to get me compensation for my recent accident (which I didn't have). Or a phishing email asking me... Continue Reading →