Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
This weekend will see a return to campervan life for my rebellious beau Sarah and me. After a couple of weeks where my mental health has gone through the floor, a much-needed fillip for yours truly. I’ve written on many occasions about the low mood waves which engulf me at times. However, although tough plotlines... Continue Reading →
“There's a sad sort of clangingFrom the clock in the hallAnd the bells in the steeple, tooAnd up in the nurseryAn absurd little birdIs popping out to say ca-coo(ca-coo ca-coo)” The opening gambit to a refrain from The Sound of Music movie. An aria performed as a fond adieu by the Von Trapp family to... Continue Reading →
A Wakefield coffee house is the venue of today’s writing exercise. Sporadic scans show consumer traffic outside is light, sadly inhibiting inspiration ordinarily borne from people watching. Apart from a woman two tables away revealing prevailing work woes to a colleague, there is little playing out in the immediate vicinity to whet my creative juices.... Continue Reading →
After a couple of years in early retirement, I am contemplating a return into the employment world. This despite having lots of pastimes to fill my days, and huge uncertainty it is the correct lifestyle avenue to embrace. Anyhow, with this in mind, I have tentatively put out some feelers, researching opportunities current eddying around... Continue Reading →
Tuesday 22nd August – It’s been a slow news day thus far for this erratic middle-aged fella. To press my ponderous’ to do list’ including the completion of ironing, a laundry load washed, making a grated cheese butty, me watching a TV documentary on the hunt for killer Raoul Moat and clipping my previously unkempt toenails.... Continue Reading →
Friday 18th August – The words currently defiling once chaste paper in front of me are the first I have had opportunity to escribe since last Tuesday am. That an occasion where, as part of a writing workshop, I transcribed antics of a fictional emotional support team. Part of a novel I am currently endeavouring to... Continue Reading →
A scene witnessed from my apartment office window has just resulted in having to perform a double take. This early Wednesday plotline taking place as I perched my butt on this desk chair. The sight causing me to remove my specs and, cartoonlike, rub my eyelids with the inside of both index fingers and thumbs.... Continue Reading →
This morning my usually fertile mind is utterly bereft of blog topic ideas. A fuzzy head from overdoing celebration birthday drinks for girlfriend Sarah’s aunt a contributing factor towards this epiphany impotence. Yesterday’s shindig taking place within the boundaries of West Yorkshire’s borough of Horbury. Horbury, or ‘Orbury as Sarah refers to it in her... Continue Reading →
It’s been around twelve months now since I commence partaking in the campervan life. Since popping my camping cherry, witnessing the equipment and accessories available to us individuals embracing life in the great outdoors has truly amazed me. Saying that, though, I am yet to find a photocopying machine or paper shredder specifically designed for... Continue Reading →