Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Being a seaplane there were no shouts of "Chocks away!" as the flight prepared to embark on its south westerly route. There was, though, multiple flicking of cockpit switches and manoeuvring of levers before the Cessna's propellors fired into life as my airborne sojourn commenced in earnest. Scene - Late Sunday morning, solars rays at... Continue Reading →
This is my first tarry to the keyboard for three days. The time between the trinity of dusk/dawns since my return from a weekend in Newcastle spent predominantly in bed; where I drifted in and out of sleep to the backdrop of audiobooks. During these hours ventures for a COVID-19 PCR test and a GP... Continue Reading →
During an arbitrary thought this morning, I pondered why the letter X has been, and remains to be, such a popular symbol within social culture. For instance, there was a TV show titled Agent X; when you're searching for treasure the map advocates 'X marks the spot'; its a symbol which's been used to signify... Continue Reading →
With it's predominantly glass construction making my current environment uncomfortably warm, I don't know how long I'm gonna be able to sit writing in this present spot; a coffee house within a south Leeds shopping centre. My iced Americano making little impact when it comes to cooling my body temperature, I'm finding the discomfort borne... 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 →
The cheque for my feature in August's edition of The Dalesman magazine arrived in yesterday's post. This promissory note almost inadvertently ended up in my garbage bin within its discarded envelope which, unbeknown to me, housed the slip alongside an already removed copy of the aforementioned publication. Thinking the mail delivery solely contained a gratis... Continue Reading →
As a man who likes to create through either the conduit of words or drawing, I've recently undertaken research to try and understand how my own particular skill sets fit in with other creatives. My objective that of attempting to interpret what psychologists state makes me and other innovators tick. Incidentally, when writing 'recently undertaken... Continue Reading →
It's 5.22am as I commence this daily chronicle. My attention currently fixed on a curious whistling noise which is holds my attention while I endeavour waxing lyrical. To steal one of my own old jokes, Lyrical is my cat and he's not overly happy about this waxing arrangement. With there being issues around the capitalisation... Continue Reading →
Today's sees the first blog I've written in my newly revamped bedroom/office. Ordinarily penning these essays perched on uncomfortable kitchen chairs, or coffee shop pew, it's good to report my literary environment's been enhanced immeasurably by adding a comfort laden office chair to the amended decor. Only time will tell if my penmanship/creativity output is... Continue Reading →