Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
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... Continue Reading →
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... Continue Reading →
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... Continue Reading →
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... Continue Reading →
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... Continue Reading →
O’night dream, connotation concealed Taunting soul wi’ secret elucidation Norn man regressed to childhood forefathers domain Loft hiding clandestine past Water tank, Pandora’s Box Norn man reticent to unlatch O’night dream, connotation concealed Recurring visit to furrowed playing fields of youth Like a spectre, Norn man adorns all white Only ghosting though is beyond... Continue Reading →