Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
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 →
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 →
Moments prior to the contest commencing, five gladiators eyed each other suspiciously, behaviour manifesting from apprehension of what awaited in the fight ahead. This upcoming event only affording victory to one person..... To the victor the spoils!!..... Unless of course there was a two way, three way, four way or five way tie. Beads of... Continue Reading →
This literary composition progresses with a soundscape of the late spring breeze emanating tenderly through French door. It's gentle rustle through stalk and leaf bestowing a serene backdrop to my penmanship; this gift of Mother Nature (MN) enhanced further by witnessing a bee collecting pollen from cerise digitalis flutes. During the COVID pandemic, MN deems... Continue Reading →
My preparations for a music quiz I'm facilitating on Thursday evening are almost in the can. The running order a heady brew inclusive of five shortish quiz rounds, where I'll portray the role of quizmaster, interspersed with performances of acoustic refrains by three of the inquisition's main protagonists. Keen my question master role is acted... Continue Reading →
This Thursday, I'll be facilitating an online music quiz. My participants buddies from Gateshead, who'll sup from an event melting pot including musical inquisition and performances of refrains they've penned, or covered. At this juncture perhaps I should clarify, with the exception of myself and Mick, the main protagonists to this musical smorgasbord can all... Continue Reading →
For today's observations from COVID-19 induced gaol, I'm going to predominantly take a back seat and instead let you read the insightful poetry of Paul Heaton; taken from a refrain he and band The Housemartins released in 1986. Heaton's locutions painting a melancholic landscape of changing proletarian life. Joe and Josephine Public's self-absorbed new outlooks... Continue Reading →
During recent days holed up in COVID-19 isolation, I've chosen a selection of Beatles refrains as my daily aural companions. These tunes transporting me back to young childhood - An era seemingly shot in monochrome, where I was introduced to the Fab Four's hits on the familial wireless. The 1960's locales for these episodes my parents... Continue Reading →
As I perch in self-isolation, whilst endeavouring to reduce the risk of contracting COVID-19, I'm pondering who was the metaphorical Pandora who opened the box to unleash this odious coronavirus among the global family. For the uninitiated, in Greek mythology, Pandora opened a jar left in her care which unbeknown to her containing sickness, death... Continue Reading →