Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
In this my 1,950th narrative, I wanted to touch upon a separate literary milestone achieved three days ago. This landmark my blogging website writesaidfred.org receiving 100,000 hits since it's 2015 inception. Its content predominantly jocular, partly fictional journals, diary entries and poems with subjects covering various aspects of past and contemporary life events. This heavily... Continue Reading →
Over the past two evenings I've lit two chiminea fires. Occasions where I'd sat contentedly adjacent to the pyre, while warmth from the blaze warmed my short clad legs and cockles of my heart...... Or should that be warmed the heartles of my........ Ok, ok, stop that right now, Strachan! There's fewer endorphin boosting redolences... Continue Reading →
For the third Father's Day on the trot, it's with tempered melancholy I'm unable to bestow the oft predictable trinkets I'd gift my dad on this day. Expressions whose value bore much more affectionate value than monetary, however, without exception thoroughly appreciated by my forebear. A habitual bottle of Chilean merlot and recently released musical... Continue Reading →
Last night's Zoom quiz amongst the chaps passed in the company of habitual guests whimsy, competitiveness, absurdity, live music, one or two bowls of loud mouth soup and snacking on crisps. This heady amalgam providing an evening of variety entertainment enjoyed by British audiences since Victorian music hall days. Three hours, or so, affording likeminded... Continue Reading →
I've been delayed in writing today's frivolous literary cook up; a consequence of setting up an Amazon Echo Dot. This device delivered just as I'd earlier parked my posterior on a dining chair and opened my laptop lid with lexicological intent. Ordinarily, when confronted with such distractions, I'll remain steadfastly focussed upon the written job... Continue Reading →
As my dear old mum would say, Thursday 19th June is being played out accompanied by "Weather for ducks!" Incidentally, as no doubt the Leeds lass would've prefixed the word 'weather' with the mildly cursory 'bleeding', I'm paraphrasing at this juncture. The word 'bleeding' her go to adverb in the occasions Maggie feels she's perhaps... Continue Reading →
"You're too thin, Bethany!" Yours truly's soundscape as I commence this chronicle. Well, that's what the coo of a nearby wood pigeon appears to be announcing in the direction of another Columbidae; perhaps suggesting they've an eating disorder they ought to address. Of course, that's purely my interpretation of the bird's cry. From the wood pigeons... Continue Reading →
Yesterday evening, I'd another game of football with my lab/retriever buddy Coco; on this occasion, though, our contest played out on the back lawn. The additional space afforded to Cokes compared to the recent indoor game, of which I penned in Match Of The Day, seemingly adding a more competitive edge to the canine's match tactics.... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, borrowing from an old TV commercial for margarine, the punchline 'I can't believe it's not Buddha' appeared randomly in my capricious mind. This quip to a yet unwritten preface consequential from being at an abode with several ornaments which pay deference to the founder of Buddhism. I realised the punchline wouldn't work by the... Continue Reading →