Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
I spent the predominant period of my weekend a few miles away in West Yorkshire's Gawthorpe village; located on Ossett's outskirts. Despite the care home where my mother passed in October of last year sitting within its boundaries, through a close friendship with one of its residents (Sarah), it's a borough of which I've become... Continue Reading →
Individuals who know me will vouch, when it comes to what makes me laugh, I'm sporadically liable to regress back into childhood behaviour. Episodes where I'm prone to belly laugh over the most randomly innocuous or absurd whimsical events. An example of this during my fledgling years played out as a ten year old. An... Continue Reading →
At around midday yesterday, having just fit two solar lights in my buddy Sarah's garden, I picked up her nine month old grandson Rory from his pram, allowing him to survey his grandma's new yard lamps. During this slow meander, in which we also took in the achromatic flowers in her pots, I was startled... Continue Reading →
It's Good Friday - A time when christians around the globe congregate to mark the crucifixion of Christ. The son of God condemned to death by Pontus Pilate at the request of the Sanhedrin. Jesus' alleged crime that of claiming to be the King of the Jews, along with a lesser trumped-up charge of misspelling... Continue Reading →
A few years ago yours truly embarked on an exercise of broadening my literary horizons by dabbling with scribing poetry. These approximately eighty compositions penned with intended pomposity, mainly due to their delivered in an olde worlde style. Sonnets whose links can be found within my website writesaidfred.org under the home page menu title of... Continue Reading →
On Saturday afternoon I'd a re-occurrence of lower back issues which dog me from time to time. I'm unaware of this latest lumbar incident's cause; however I can say without any doubt the last few days have seen me suffer agonisingly with upper glute muscle discomfort. Trying to take a positive from the event, on... Continue Reading →
One of the sternest challenges when writing a daily blog is unearthing a narrative's subject matter. Consequently, it's not unusual for me to spend part of my morning staring at a blank laptop page, gracelessly slurping on a cuppa until experiencing the aforementioned topic 'light bulb' moment - A notion which I'll only adopt if... Continue Reading →
I’ve woken this morning with an audacious urge to walk down a busy high street, approach a complete stranger and enthusiastically offer the greeting “Hello there!… Fancy meeting you here!…. I bet you don’t remember me!” After they’d responded with a baffled “Errrrrr…… Errrrrrmmmm….. Sorry, no I don’t.”, I’d retort with a cold and unemotive... Continue Reading →
This, my 2514th narrative, will be the last blog I write for a while. My motivation to write these 500+ word daily essays has diminished of late and, perhaps metaphorically, Thursday's post relating to my mother's funeral seems a fitting juncture at which to draw a line under this particular literary odyssey - Well, for... Continue Reading →