Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
To commence this monologue I've a question for you, my dear reader. Don't worry it's nothing overly technical or scientific; not that you wouldn't have the erudition to deal with any inquiry I posed, I hasten to add..... Hopefully that disclaimer will cut off any hate mail at the pass. Anyhow here's the catechism of... Continue Reading →
Despite being very happy with life in the Wakefield apartment whose occupancy I've just undertaken, my brio levels are somewhat impaired by tenancy edicts barring me from looking after canine buddies Deano and Zella. Consequently the furry duo, who've lived with me for a couple months at my late mother's home, have returned to reside... Continue Reading →
1st August 2022 - Whether they're spending the next few hours bah t'at or wi' t'at, I'd like to wish my fellow Tykes a Happy Yorkshire Day. For the uninitiated who're confused about this tattery of which I speak, they're references to lyrics within the unofficial Yorkshire folk anthem On Ilkley Moor Bah T'at. It's... Continue Reading →
As a consequence of her broad West Yorkshire dialect, my fragrant buddy Sarah has an endearing habit of pronouncing the city of Bradford's moniker as Bratford. A minor quirk which, although captivating, makes me occasionally remind her "Similar to there's no 'I' in team, there's no 't' in Bradford." Upon receipt of GJ Strachan's mischievous... Continue Reading →
"They seek him here, they seek him thereThose Frenchies seek him everywhereIs he in heaven or is he in hell?That damned elusive Pimpernel." This morning, following a mystifying episode while walking the dogs (who I affectionately dub the Avashight twins), the above words from Dame Emma Orczy's novel The Scarlet Pimpernel made an unscheduled visit... Continue Reading →
Sitting at the dining table seeking inspiration for today's literary bonhomie, I've my two canine buddies Zella and Deano hovering close-by; their mission to secure scraps from the lunch table. Their pitiful sad eyed look bringing to mind a bowl in hand Oliver Twist when seeking a second scrape of gruel from Mr Bumble. As... Continue Reading →
"I felt like I'd been dragged five miles along cobbled stones by a shire horse named Gloria, who, upon arriving at Wakefield cathedral's vast wooden doors, sat on my chest as it shared a Costa latte and a natter with her equine buddy Maisy." This inaugural paragraph of this narrative my response to a friend... Continue Reading →
This pièce littéraire is brought to you at a second attempt - Following a network issue at the Majorcan hotel I resided last week, my inaugural attempt wasn't saved to my editing app. An episode which didn't spring to light until I attempted to retrieve the six hundred words I'd painstakingly written on a tablet.... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, while scouring Facebook timeline announcements like a ferret seeking an errant contact lens, a mischievous notion manifested from deep within my capricious mind. Concluding this epiphany, although admittedly silly, was a harmless enough conception to include these observations within this prose. As is my want when scribing these journals, or posting online, I constantly... Continue Reading →