Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Like a latter day Samuel Pepys, who chronicling the distressing sights during London's Great Plague in 1665, from now on these daily journals will act as my personal diary of these disquieting times globally in the face of COVID-19's asperity. Pepys diary telling of the carnage confronting Londoners during the bubonic plague which, depending on your... Continue Reading →
Today sees me in a somewhat laconic mood. Yours truly's midday return back to Leeds, after a brief but pleasant tarry to the manor of its city cousin York, manifesting within me a melancholic prevailing outlook. Consequently, Thursday's verbal interactions have been markedly sparser of content than usual. Those utilised are predominantly laden with cynicism,... Continue Reading →
In a move deserving of the word cliche, despite being firmly entrenched in my 50's, I'm contemplating getting my first tattoo. An urge some will observe as an indication of a mid-life crisis; my desire to embrace body art at this juncture of the ageing process an attempt at reclaiming some semblance of youth. My... Continue Reading →
I've just returned from a Health Circuits class at John Smeaton Leisure Centre (JSLC). With the restoration of my post-exercise heart beat back to normal, along with the consumption of a half litre bottle of water, increased serotonin levels are re-invigorating me both physically and mentally. I'm no scientist, in fact so indifferent was my... Continue Reading →
Today's itinerary includes the production and publishing of website prose, a gym session, a pharmacist visit and choir rehearsal. Events ensuring I'll spent my next few hours in the company of creativity, perspiration, medication and enthusiastically delivered warbling..... And that's just when I'm writing! Seriously, though, the penmanship and choir attendance undertaken as vehicles towards... Continue Reading →
Last summer's two week stay in the Betty Ford Clinic (BFC), where a strict regime of good diet, drinking more water than's held in place by the Hoover Dam and counselling, resulted in me departing it's buildings and grounds with my Haribo gummy sweet addiction in check. Yours truly's favourable outcome consequential of a fortnight's... Continue Reading →
Dank weather envelopes West Yorkshire this Tuesday morning. Or at least it did until a few moments ago when solar rays briefly emanated from an axe wound shaped aperture in overhead cloud formations, prior to swiftly teleporting back to whence it came. The first paragraph not the most exciting thing you'll ever read. However, stick... Continue Reading →
Saturday 4th January - It's early afternoon as I commence this prose. My observations relayed whilst residing in a south Leeds retail outlet's food court; along with thousands of prospective consumers, my companions an oft utilised laptop and Americano coffee. The low winter sun shining through the glass dome roof overhead adds a glow to... Continue Reading →
I've just returned from a round trip to Cheshire, picking up my mother from her Christmas hiatus at my sisters home. Bringing back the matriarch home to West Yorkshire, ending my few angst-free days of solitude. Mater (Maggie) was in fine spirits on the journey home, her yuletide spent in the company of my youngest... Continue Reading →