Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred

Daily Journals From Deep Within A Capricious Mind

Tag Archive for ‘dreams’

Better Than No Dream

Striving to constantly evolve as an erudite wordsmith and thinker, I’ve recently began harbouring aspirations of producing more intellectually philosophical output. My normal dabbling into philosophy, which has sprung forth wisdom such as “Well, that’s it then!” and “Hmmmm, never mind!”, aren’t without value as such. However, even the most benevolent of souls would rightly suggest such mutterings can barely be classed as high brow literary or oratory musings. The […]

Continue Reading →

Any Umbrellas?

Today is the first day since being discharged from hospital that I’ve felt less energetic than the previous day. Enveloped in a veil of lethargy, currently my only desire is to rest in my recuperative slumber pit, attempting to try coax out that errant vitality. Unlike in the nursery rhyme Hickory, Dickory, Dock, when casa Strachan’s clock struck one a mouse didn’t run down, it was my capricious energy levels […]

Continue Reading →

Still Chasing

Inspirational quotes – Well meaning advocacies supporting those venturing along a path in search of aspiration fulfillment. In particular, it’s intended audience of the disillusioned, disheartened or fatigued dreamer. Words of guidance encouraging those whose half full glass has mutated into one that’s half empty, that nothing good comes without strong foundations and tenacity when in pursuit of your objectives. As Julie Andrews taught us in the song Something Good […]

Continue Reading →

Feast Afore Famine Prevails

I’m growing ever more concerned that during my hours of slumber I’m being fed subliminal fashion advice by latter day musketeer Laurence Llewellyn-Bowen. With them being subliminal, I can’t prove I’m being secretly indoctrinated by TV’s dandy interior designer. However, what other possible explanation could there be for my recent sporadic daytime urges to google search ‘velvet pyjamas with Broderie Anglais cuffs’? Being a mainstream sort of guy, ordinarily I’ve […]

Continue Reading →

Book With The Orange Cover

I’m penning today’s narrative in a waiting area of a Leeds hospital’s Bexley Wing. A consequence of accompanying my wife Karen during her four weekly receipt of oncological treatment. As I aimlessly type seeking inspiration for a 500+ worded monologue, Karen is sitting patiently poring through her current read. Due to the angle she’s holding the book, I’m unable to relay the title or author of this fictional literature. I […]

Continue Reading →

Dedication Is What You Need

My current existential circumstances are contributing to an unwanted neurological fog at the moment. Yesterday (Monday), I was so confused that I posted a Throwback Tuesday blog, and today I’m dressed in my Sunday best. Not knowing what day it is has been passed down generations of Strachan males. This wasn’t the consequence of any mental capability deficiently, moreover the misguided family trait of trusting the information in products from the Dyslexic Calendar Co. Ltd. This foolhardy strategy meant […]

Continue Reading →

Painting the Town Incandescent Stewpot

This morning when I woke it was a relief to find the disturbing visions of my slumber had just been a dream. On waking I laid on my back looking upwards, experiencing the juxtapose of a warm and soaked brow despite the sensation of a ghostly chill. As I lay there, not only was I relieved my night-time nightmare had been merely a series of hallucinations, but I concluded that I’m gonna have to stop sleeping in the garden……. Especially when it’s raining! Ordinarily, […]

Continue Reading →