Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Scene - Outside a public house on Low Fell, Gateshead in 1982. A winter's night when..... Actually, I'll leave it to the sinister voice of Vincent Price to paint the picture...... "Darkness falls the land. The midnight hour is close at hand. Creatures crawl in search of blood, to terrorise the neighbourhood. Although you fight... Continue Reading →
I was asked this morning, where and when my wife and I first met. It was a query I was able to answer readily as it seems just like yesterday. Not from a timescale perspective, moreover yesterday was a bloody awful day as well!....... Only kidding, I vividly remember our inaugural meeting as a happy life event. When I... 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 →