Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Fifty plus years ago today, in a West Yorkshire maternity unit, I made my inaugural appearance on this dysfunctional planet. An unremarkable event which went much to plan, apart from an unexpected necessity of engaging a tattoo artist to cover up three sixes discovered on my bonce. This body art charlatan, charging my parents £20... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, excitement levels of GJ Strachan's lockdown landscape briefly upped a notch. This short-lived brio arriving in the shape of aesthetic rebirth bequeathed from removing my unkempt beard. Some, well probably everyone, would deem this episode barely warrants mention on the rock and roll lifestyle scale. However, when the day prior to that's most invigorating... Continue Reading →
A few years ago, I randomly chose to write a blog in tribute to Red Buttons. To clarify, the narrative subject I’m was the late actor/comedian who bore that moniker; not the TV remote control button pressed to acquire BBC iPlayer. Born Aaron Chwatt, he changed his name to Red Buttons as his agent pronounced... Continue Reading →
After positive feedback, I've been moved to publish more of my lockdown poetry. When I say positive feedback, I'm referring to a comment received this morning following yesterday evening's publishing of my sonnet Legacy To The Progeny ...... An acquaintance so emotionally stirred by my prose they posited "I tell you what, Gary..... That poem was nowhere... Continue Reading →
It's Thursday the something of something - Today, it's expected the UK government will extend the nations COVID-19 induced lockdown for a further three weeks. Their inevitable decision necessitated by requirement to protect NHS resources from becoming overrun; subsequently, saving lives. Clearly, I'm no expert, or indeed claim full insight behind the judgement rationale. However,... Continue Reading →
This afternoon, aching and perspiring profusely after several hours gardening, I took an invigorating shower. Returning downstairs groomed and in fresh clothing, my mother averted her gaze from a daytime TV show, enquiring, "Have you had a shower, Gary?" As I was now adorning fresh clothing, along with being significantly less mucky than when I... Continue Reading →
It's Good Friday - A time when christians around the globe ordinarily congregate to mark the crucifixion of Christ - The son of God condemned to death by Pontus Pilate at the request of the Sanhedrin. Jesus' alleged crime that of claiming to be the King of the Jews, along with a lesser trumped-up charge... Continue Reading →
This morning, while undertaking one my habitual odysseys back and forth to the vast planet of social media, I was amused when witnessing a gallows humour MeMe. This posting from a chap whimsically proffering, during the current COVID-19 lockdown, his car's fuel economy now stood at three weeks to the gallon. Penning whimsy which won't offend during this... Continue Reading →
With this sceptred isle's populace upping their alcohol consumption during lockdown, I expect when this sorry chapter eases bottle bank queues will replicate those currently witnessed outside supermarkets. This future episode leading to current advice to UK citizens of 'Stay In -> Protect the NHS -> Save Lives' being updated to 'Stay In -> Protect Glass... Continue Reading →