Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
My rap sheet for absurd notions is a pretty lengthy tome. From faking Dan Brown's signature on the 'Da Vinci Code' book I bought my wife for her 40th birthday to falling asleep in a wardrobe after a prank misfired badly, the level of self-indulgent silliness I display is relatively high on the Vic Reeves... 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 →
I spend an hour or so yesterday evening attempting to develop a new idea for next weeks online quiz night with the lads. Endeavouring to move away from my usual 'True or False' rounds, at least in the short term, I'm working on a round format titled 'What Would Terry Thomas Say?" Although slightly less... Continue Reading →
This morning, I undertook the next step in my cardio rehab programme, enrolling on a local leisure centre's circuits class. A session filled with mucho perspiration, intense focus of programme objectives and the realisation that wearing your undies on the outside of your tracks bottoms doesn't necessarily impart you with superhuman powers. The latter a faux... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, during breaks in writing and seeking possessions shifted by my missus when making additional drawer space for our daughter (after her return from Canada,) I spent a short period of my day philosophising. These thoughts not my normal level of inane epiphany. Ideas such as pondering whether I should have tarmac laid in the... Continue Reading →
It's 09.58 on Saturday 3rd November. Sitting at the dining room table of my east Leeds domicile, I'm snacking on the Haribo gummy sweets leftover from Halloween washed down by tap water source from a West Yorkshire reservoir (I think).. On the red armchair to my right, lolling unceremoniously adjacent to a cream cushion emblazoned with... Continue Reading →
I'm inspirationally impotent this morning. Consequently the last twenty minutes have been spent gawping gormlessly at the taunting chaste page in front of me. If you want a more descriptive image of my visage, think Irishman in a maths exam*. * Only joshing my Celtic cousins! Bereft of a epiphany for today's blog topic, I... Continue Reading →
Although hits on my website strachan.blog have been healthy of late, I've been mulling over strategies to increase exposure to these narratives. My aspiration to seek initiatives that increase readership volumes at a swifter rate than it's current sloth-like organic growth. The aim to further showcase my thousands of hours of creative output. A gimmick... Continue Reading →
Thursday 17th May - I'm sat writing this monologue at the salon of my mum's hairdresser. My attendance here that of dutiful son patiently awaiting to drive his mater home post-haircut. Despite me being firmly entrenched in middle-age, mum feel moved to promise me a bag of M&S Peppa Pig candies if I'm a good... Continue Reading →