Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Sitting in the newly renovated patio area dubbed 'Mally's Bar' after my late father, there's soundscape of birdsong as a backdrop to journaling these observations. As if conducted by Sir Simon Rattle, this ensemble of blackbird, blue tit, magpie and wood pigeon treating yours truly to a beautifully melodic tweet arrangement. Their tuneful arioso drowning... Continue Reading →
The stark times faced since China allegedly opened a COVID-19 Pandoras Box will feature as the biggest existential event any of us will ever confront. The whole sorry episode eclipsing all other historically significant life events we've experienced, or will experience. I'm no historian, but I'd posit there can't have been a global disaster on... Continue Reading →
Frustratingly, the shortness of breath I was experiencing yesterday still envelopes me as I write. The amateur quackery I've undertaken to shake this off, including the use of Germolene antiseptic cream (a catch all remedy of my mater), thus far proved ineffective. My other attempted actions, the use of leeches, drinking hotter tea and the... Continue Reading →
Friday 25th April - My existential odyssey began on this day in the 1960's; the location of delivery a West Yorkshire maternity home. I've no idea whether I arrived standard post or recorded delivery - Thankfully, though, I was a package my parents wanted so avoided having 'Return to Sender' stamped on my forehead. That... Continue Reading →
Thursday 19th April - Due to a busy schedule, today's flight of whimsy will have to be penned in segments. Chunks of narration conveying how my few 'to dos' are progressing, on what is forecast to be the meteorological silver-lining of recent cloud cover. Arriving downstairs this morning my wife Karen enthusiastically informed me "The... Continue Reading →
A life in caricature; yeti's shield Court jester his sabre; difference he abhorred Two score summers and ten, seeking tribe Foolishly acquiescing, belonging incumbent. Caricature now reconciled at possessing mind random Vive la difference, mantra of his redemption Worries not now of prejudiced fellows Spiteful connivers; thimblerigging to deceive. Incongruity acceptance is caricature’s saviour Offending... Continue Reading →