Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
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 →
As I scribe today's literary offering, gazing aimlessly through slightly ajar French doors it's thought provoking to witness the juxtaposition provided by prevailing heavy rain. This late spring deluge yours truly's current land and soundscape while impatiently awaiting inspiration for today's topic. On one hand, unless you're a farmer or living with long standing drought... Continue Reading →
Ashes from last night's chiminea fire stare back at me as I commence today's descriptif quotidien. Hopefully that snippet of info paints the landscape I'm scribing this prose from a rattan pew at the top of my back garden. Although saying that, as I doubt you know the location my aforementioned fire pit, or indeed... Continue Reading →