Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
I commence this chronicle after completing an online writing test for a role which I'm interested in. My fate now in the hands of the test assessor, god and the grim reaper...... Yes, the penalty for failure in this exam is pretty stark! As I'd never undertaken an examination of my grammatical wherewithal, it was... Continue Reading →
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 →
I treat these narratives as a sort of diary. The existential journal of a random middle aged northern man’s ups and downs. Capricious meanderings based on truth, but given a light hearted fictional spin to ameliorate days that in reality are pretty drab. Ordinarily, I attempt to avoid my diary becoming the type containing the covert sentimental prose sang... Continue Reading →
The literary icon Charles Dickens would have been 205 years old today. If he was still with us, the Hampshire born writer would have no doubt have spent a day book signing at Waterstones, prior to moving on to his local Berni Inn for a carvery with his great, great, great, grandchildren. After all that... Continue Reading →