Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
I'm taking a lazy option when it comes to today's blogging process. Instead of my usual 500 minimum narrative, yours truly intends to share a selection of parody biographical data which form part of books printed and published on my behalf by blookup.com. These predominantly fictional vignettes written with a view of augmenting the clambake's... Continue Reading →
It's a beautifully sunny day in 'God's Own Country'. With the surreality of living under COVID's watch, witnessing clips of the election campaign reality show across the pond, along with my current light-headed lethargy, it feels like I'm amongst the cast of the weirdest night vision I've ever encountered. I'm getting fed up with this... Continue Reading →
A fortnight into COVID-19 induced quarantine and my hair has already attained plateau unruly. At this rate, if I also let my facial hair grow unhindered, when full liberty is gained from my residential cell I'll look like the guy who got fogged in the Friends episode 'The One With The Yeti'! Acquiring the maternal... Continue Reading →
Earlier, I'd a unimportant riddle to resolve surrounding delivery of the latest book I've self-published. This hardback containing literary excerpts first penned as content for my website writesaidfred.org. This a 38th tome I've had printed into book format since autumn 2016. My minuscule enigma being whether to abandon venturing out to my usual cafe domaine... Continue Reading →
I have it on good authority that the 2nd February was Groundhog Day. An occasion citizen's of Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania, observe the behaviour of local groundhogs as they emerge from their burrows. In particular their reactions to that day's meteorological conditions. Folklore decreeing:- If it’s cloudy on first leaving their burrows spring will arrive before the... Continue Reading →
Despite protestations to the contrary by the outside temperature gauge on my car, today's external ambience is bitingly cold. The wind chill messing with the gauge's veracity; the latter's climatic inaccuracy borne from negation of breeze condition influences from its encasing within the car's chassis. This is today's second essay. This additional prose an infrequent event, but... Continue Reading →
It's Wednesday morning and I've just returned home after transporting two family members to Leeds Railway Station. This convivial twenty minute sojourn by car undertaken to a backdrop of tunes from the musicals on Apple Music; anthems predominantly taken from the movies La La Land and The Greatest Showman. Award winning contemporary musical refrains from... Continue Reading →
I've been sitting here in a south Leeds coffee house for around an hour and only just managed to commence today's narrative. Admittedly this is a self-inflicted delay driven by having temporary access to free shopping centre wifi network connectivity which is far more performant than back in my East Ardsley abode. The faster response... Continue Reading →
GJ Strachan had a productive morning today. A much needed defrost of my mother's freezer, followed by two hours of garden maintenance meaning he sat down to lunch with a warm sense of accomplishment. I'm not sure when Mrs S senior last defrosted the freezer, however judging from the amount of ice, which was roughly the... Continue Reading →