Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
I’ve not written much of late. For no apparent reason my mood has been low; draining any motivation to indulge in literary projects. Perversely, annoyance at myself for being in a low spirits for no reason has sent my mood even lower. It has got so bad, yesterday evening GJ Strachan had a word with... Continue Reading →
Sunlight sneaks through an adjacent window, kissing the upper petals of the white orchid adorning the features dusty sill. On a nearby kitchen table perches a middle-aged man, laptop afore him. Erratic of mood, he scans his immediate indoor landscape. Blue eyes darting between a full-size sculpture of a horse’s head, a three-dimensional hanging scooter... Continue Reading →
As a man afflicted by recurring depressive episodes in adulthood, it felt remiss not to reference yesterday’s World Mental Health Day. An event aimed at addressing inequalities in support and awareness surrounding the debilitating illnesses fitting under the cognitive impairment umbrella. The Mental Health Foundation mooting mental health is a universal human right. Amongst events... Continue Reading →
For a variety of reasons my literary output has diminished of late; as a consequence of this tardiness my mental health has tumbled like a latter-day Humpty Dumpty. With the art of penmanship acting as my goto anti-depressant, it's proved a foolish self-care strategy if ever there was one! As a result, from today I've... Continue Reading →
Yesterday evening, following a splendid sausage pasta dinner swilled down by an agreeable flagon of pinot Grigio, I found myself watching dark US TV drama Dexter. As the plot lines surrounding the fictional Floridian serial killer evolved in front of me, for a brief juncture, the entertainment lily was gilded further by an accompanying YouTube... Continue Reading →
With my troubled bonce laid on pillow, a soundscape of incidental Cuban music from US drama Dexter, flashing lights from the TV broadcast producing kaleidoscopic flashes on the ceiling, last night my least 'rock and roll' Friday evening for a while played out in front of me. Actually, who am I kidding!..... It's bloody years... Continue Reading →
According to BBC's fragrant weather presenter Carol Kirkwood, precipitation will predominantly be this weeks meteorological bedfellow. An irksome forecast which, despite being delivered by an uber chirpy Scottish lady with a delightful West Highlands lilt, has frustratingly scuppered my plans of further outdoor timber staining..... Well, in the short term, anyhow. As an aside, upon... Continue Reading →
Recent episodes of 'devils own luck' with newly purchased electrical appliances struck again this morning when a drill driver (purchased only an hour earlier) proved faulty. Despite the tool's motor working as designed, frustratingly the bit chuck's jaws were less reticent to function as planned (ie not tightening or slackening). This episode subsequently derailing plans... Continue Reading →
After witnessing an online tip from a US Army General, every day the first thing I undertake is to make my bed. The psychology behind this being, by doing so you immediately achieve something within your day. This inaugural undertaking providing a spark of positivity with which to feed upon during the upcoming day. This... Continue Reading →