Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
I'm unsure how the Facebook marketing algorithm targets which advertisements render onto my timeline, however, on the very off chance a member of the company is reading this, I'd respectfully suggest a wee parameter re-tweak to your selection mechanism. After all, among this weeks material hurdled carelessly in GJ Strachan's direction have been adverts selling... Continue Reading →
Yesterday afternoon, while rapaciously quenching my thirst with a chilled Carlsberg lager during dinner preparation, my eyes were drawn to a message on the beer can announcing 'Cheers to football this summer'. How kind I thought upon reading such magnanimousness. This sight of a Danish brewery wishing the UK's national sport goodwill over the months... Continue Reading →
This morning, while prepping questions for tomorrows Zoom quiz with the chaps, I've been researching old 1970 TV commercials online. From this trawl down memory lane, I've just productively completed penning ten 'true or false' inquiries. Vigour further inflated by evocations of fond childhood recollections flooding the old cranium during my random delving. Ad tag... Continue Reading →
It's proving a slow news day amongst the halls and chambers of chez Strachan. Thus far, the only bulletins to share are the shaving off of my beard, eating breakfast and my use of a naughty word rhyming with duck upon realising I'd not charged my laptop overnight. The laptop lack of power isn't a... 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 →
Friday 11th May - When I woke I'd not much planned for my day. Conspicuous by it's presence, the white space from my old school paper diary forlornly stared back at me - It's chaste pages bereft of itinerary. As it was, my morning was anything but empty. If it had been pre-planned in my... Continue Reading →
Respected French philosopher Aidan Le Torche said of the weather “If it’s cold wear a coat..... If it’s warm don’t wear a coat..... If it’s mild wear a fleece, but not the grey one as it needs a wash.” It wasn’t the most thought provoking or, indeed, inspiring piece of philosophy ever written. However, if adhered to in... Continue Reading →
On the 23rd December Panic Saturday will be upon us. A recent inclusion in the festive calendar, I have it on good authority it's the moniker bestowed upon the last Saturday before Christmas Day. A godforsaken few hours in retail purgatory, that would be worthy of entry in a contemporary re-write of Dante's Inferno. An inclusion in... Continue Reading →
The overwhelming feelings of anger and frustration I felt between my father's passing and his funeral thankfully abated last week. I'm unsure what the catalyst was for this new found tranquillity, but it feels like my old man is perched on my shoulder advocating "Calm down, Gary! Anger is a futile emotion...... Oh, and can you put the Irish Lottery... Continue Reading →