Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Yesterday, during an online account registration, the receipt of a 'I'm not a robot?' message set me thinking. To clarify, witnessing the inquiry made me think about robots - It wasn't a trigger to thinking in general. I can confirm that in the immediate seconds prior to the cyborg notions, GJ Strachan was contemplating several... Continue Reading →
In yesterday's blog Grand Designer, I touched upon the thorny topic of god's existence. A debate fed by a toxic existential brew of prevailing discontent borne from a painful ligament injury,, challenges of being my mother's full-time carer, life under COVID, along with some pretty unpalatable life events encountered within the last decade . Footnote... Continue Reading →
As I commence this daily chronicle my laptop clock has just clicked onto 4.40am - A decision to pen these paragraphs at this ungodly hour a consequence of being unable to slumber. This a consequence of suffering extreme discomfort following re-straining my right lateral knee ligament, which I initially injured four weeks ago.. To clarify,... Continue Reading →
I feel moved to enter the idiom 'It is what it is' at some point within today's narrative. As this journal is a literary riff, only time will tell whether yours truly fulfils that aspiration. Although, as the oft used saying is actually present in the first sentence of this narrative, I guess by definition... Continue Reading →
I'm currently making the most of sitting in an environment of rare serenity in chez Strachan. For the first time in a week I'm writing a blog without a distracting background soundscape, such as the murmur of daytime TV, nor the thunderous snoring of my mother or Coco (the canine buddy I'm dog sitting until... Continue Reading →
Well, my little buddy Coco appeared to enjoy a splendid birthday on Thursday. Sure, it wasn't an occasion playing out with any great pomp and circumstance - The beautiful Labrador/retriever cross's official arrival into middle age not celebrated with a marching band, elaborate firework display or quaffing of champers. However, my poochy pal still managed... Continue Reading →
Sitting in the newly renovated patio area dubbed 'Mally's Bar' after my late father, there's soundscape of birdsong as a backdrop to journaling these observations. As if conducted by Sir Simon Rattle, this ensemble of blackbird, blue tit, magpie and wood pigeon treating yours truly to a beautifully melodic tweet arrangement. Their tuneful arioso drowning... Continue Reading →
A pleasant stroll around Ardsley reservoir with Coco provided this mornings raison d'être for yours truly. My little Labrador buddy and I making the most of cooler mid morning temperatures to complete a circuit of the Wakefield parkland. Our slow perambulation around the lake's 1.5 mile circumference allowing the inquisitive canine time to explore every... Continue Reading →
With my brother Ian visiting for three night stay, I'd a two day sabbatical from writing over the weekend. Late nights, excessive imbibing of vino, gardening and building a wheelie bin store ensuring I'd neither the time or energy levels to wax lyrical. Feeling drained from lack of sleep and over the top thirst quenching,... Continue Reading →