Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
I'm sitting looking out of my Newcastle hotel room French doors across the River Tyne. Staring back from the opposite bank is Gateshead, the town where I was raised after my family relocated from Leeds when a young child. A town where I've not resided since 1987, after leaving for London to seek my fortune... Continue Reading →
I woke this morning relieved to find yesterday's unforgivingly icy breeze had abated. This glacial wind rendering my body heat as frigorific as temperatures experienced during 1980's nights out on Newcastle's Quayside and Bigg Market. A deeply uncomfortable coldness not abetted by being bereft of a coat, even in sub-zero temperatures. Sartorial stupidity that ensured that... Continue Reading →
In his seminal song 'American Pie' Don MacLean spoke of taking the Chevy to the levee, where he was disconsolate to find the levee was dry. Yesterday evening I took a Metro train to see a far from barren levee - One of whom would no doubt have received MacLean's approval more than the parched... Continue Reading →
Although not officially autumn until 22nd September, there was a noticeable autumnal chill yesterday evening in West Yorkshire. It's looking more and more like the meteorological gods aren't going to bequeath the UK with anything remotely akin to summer weather in 2017. It's citizens perhaps not even deriving the consolation of an Indian summer..... Well, unless they travel to India in... Continue Reading →
Ordinarily, my writing process follows a similar recipe every day. It involves around two hours graft, half a bag of wine gums, two pints of water, a minimum of 500 words penned, add one picture that relates to the narrative. Before I finally add the title and publish. Today, I've decided to take a different creative... Continue Reading →