Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Yesterday evening, in between writing an absurd 'True or False' round in preparation for tonights Zoom quiz with buddies, I watched two Sky Arts recordings of live concerts by multi million album selling bands. Both musical bonanzas performed by British groups in two historic and cosmopolitan European capital cities. Incidentally, this isn't a riddle, I'm... Continue Reading →
One of the sternest challenges when writing a daily blog is unearthing a narrative's subject matter. Consequently, it's not unusual for me to spend part of my morning staring at a blank laptop page, gracelessly slurping on a cuppa until experiencing the aforementioned topic 'light bulb' moment - A notion which I'll only adopt if... Continue Reading →
After a few months sabbatical from bi-weekly Zoom quiz nights with buddies from Gateshead, yesterday evening it was good to remount that inquisitorial challenge horse. Yours truly's reasons for a hiatus not borne from diminished brio from previous attendance at these fun-filled clambakes. Moreover, GJ Strachan's dark mood consequential of prevailing familial events during the... Continue Reading →
Friday morning retail hordes provide the bustling sight while I gaze below from a mezzanine in situ cafe. The first floor coffee house whose title rhymes with Hosta a frequent penning post for GJ Strachan. An outpost where cognitive inspiration joins caffeination leading to a brew of wonderful epiphanies, mediocre notions and a fair share... Continue Reading →
During a quiet period yesterday, I pondered what'd constitute a good topic for a new writing project, along with what pen name I'd utilise should I wish to afford myself author anonymity. After deliberation, yours truly decided it might be fun to employ the pen name Goose Gingrich for my newly spawned idea of a... Continue Reading →
My mum's dementia induced episodes continue apace. Not that I should be overly surprised by that cognitive landscape - After all, this mentally degenerative disease will only further rob her of analytical wherewithal; the question is merely how quickly the condition worsens. It's not as though this life ruining cur will one day get bored... Continue Reading →
A fragrant redolence of lavender accompanies me while penning today's literary output in Mally's Bar (the garden patio area I've named after my late father) . Its source, you'll be unamazed to learn, a lavender bush situated around two feet to my left. This pleasant bouquet soon to be enhanced further by six (soon to... Continue Reading →
My prevailing knee ligament injury still doggedly refuses to afford me pain free days. This limb trauma, although no longer bestowing acute pain of the initial post-strain days, seemingly determined to persist with imparting me with tendon discomfort. Consequently, although not as pronounced, my limp continues unabated. Thankfully, though, my hobble isn't severe enough to... Continue Reading →
I begin this prose with a woolly head, consequential of yesterday evening's celebrations following England's progression to the final of Euro 2020. A hard fought victory over Denmark, setting up a game with Italy on Sunday to secure European football champions bragging rights. National fever born from Gareth Southgate's boys' achievement seemingly a catalyst to... Continue Reading →