Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Is it possible for humans to melt on blazing summer days? I'm asking for a friend who's currently attempting to climb in their chest freezer; a strategy employed to mitigate against the possibility of evanesce. I've just had a lukewarm shower to cool my body, along with dispensing with early morning perspiration which'd turned me... Continue Reading →
It's just gone 7am. Inside chez Strachan tiredness reigns, outside rain..... well, also reigns. Thunder and lightning provided a cacophonous overnight soundscape; this backdrop ruining my attempts of slumbering peacefully. After this meteorological episode, if I adapted the operatic quartet element of Queen's iconic Bohemian Rhapsody, I reword the line 'Thunderbolt and Lightning, very, very... Continue Reading →
I'm away for couple of days and, lax packing for the sojourn, am bereft of laptop charger. A consequence of throwing two iPhone chargers, instead of the power adapter and one iPhone charger, into my holdall while hurriedly packing, So depending on your views of my literary skillset, I've the good or bad news that,... Continue Reading →
"In a time of deceit, telling the truth is a revolutionary act.” - George Orwell. I recently stumbled across the English author's above philosophy. The stumble didn't cause an injury serious enough to file a compensation claim against the quote. I thought I'd raise the incident, though, to warn of the jeopardy of meeting a philosophical... Continue Reading →
I wrote recently of a new creative avenue I've started wandering. These tentative inaugural steps undertaken in the pastime of primitive art. Etchings drawn to accompany a whimsical quip or social comment, not to exhibit any prowess with the pencil, of which I'd be the first to admit I'm not technically gifted. Yesterday's drawing was... Continue Reading →
Despite existing on a landscape with the largest number of global media channels in history, today I've pondered whether any previous world crisis has manifested such widespread confusion amongst the populace. Attempting to pick wheat from the multitude of COVID chaff on both online and legacy communication conduits is, quite frankly, as challenging as picking... Continue Reading →
Yesterday afternoon, yours truly received a much needed fillip when my son Jonny and fiancée Jenny arrived at chez Strachan on their trusty steed. This arrival rescuing spirits borne from being surrounded by a metaphorical circle of horse-drawn wagons, heavily laden with COVID induced melancholy. This euphoria at witnessing the couple's visit borne from knowledge... Continue Reading →
