Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
“Turned Out Arid Again, Mother!” by Gary Strachan Today started like every day, with the walk. A dishevelled man with three score years of broken dreams emerged from a bedraggled duvet. Standing up he adjusted his boxer shorts which feel like they’ve been screwed on by a spanner. Stretching melodramatically, he adds to the... Continue Reading →
I’ve an unerring urge to use the word expedient within today’s narrative. My motive not to rage bait the Never Use Expedient In Prose Association (NUEPA), although to be honest, if that had been the reason, those stuffy bastards have had it coming for a while! My decision to utilise the noun (or adjective depending... Continue Reading →
Last Thursday, endeavouring to address a recent indifference towards and break from writing, I participated in a writers 'Open Mic' evening in Harrogate. This clambake afforded eleven fellow authors and myself opportunity to showcase our literary wares. The event offering its audience a tempting mix of poetry, thought provoking and irreverent fiction, along with comedic... Continue Reading →
Another day, another bunch of dollars knocked off my share portfolio value thanks to the intellectually challenged folks across the pond who voted Trump in as president. Are you Republican supporters tired of all the winning yet?! I find it sad the financial plight of so many non-Americans is impacted by millions of dipshits who... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, while strolling the avenues and alleyways of this fair metropolis. I bumped into an old acquaintance; a keen amateur runner who goes by the nickname Frank Microwave-Oven. My pal’s unlikely pseudonym borne from him receiving static electric shocks when coming into contact with post-race foil blankets.. The covers aimed at keeping athletes warm at... Continue Reading →
Scene – In a supermarket parking lot, a middle-aged man ambles past a trolley shelter towards the stores entrance. The fella distracted by a game he’s playing on his mobile device; a challenge he’s recently become addicted to. Carelessly not looking ahead, he foolishly introduces the jeopardy of being mowed down by a vehicle (or... 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 →
Yesterday morning an unexpected audible ping greeted my arrival into the living room. Conscious it was Valentines Day, I poetically romanticised this soundscape maybe Cupid's bow string shooting an arrow in my direction - This episode playing out as a gesture of amour from a love struck beau. It was not long, though, before yours... Continue Reading →