Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Dark grey clouds provide the landscape as I look out from the deck of my newly constructed ark. A vessel built on a whim two weeks prior to the arrival of the seemingly endless precipitation which's dogged West Yorkshire of late, Unlike Noah, there's not two of every animal on my buoyant new abode which... Continue Reading →
Needing more garden accessories to get rained upon daily in the backyard, this morning witnessed me braving yet more West Yorkshire precipitation to decorate the pergola top with solar lighting. Now all that's required is for sunshine to lose its modesty, affording conditions to allow long awaited use of this recently revamped outside area. Actually,... Continue Reading →
This morning, I'm afflicted by an ordinarily infrequent case of writers block. A rare creative imposter which I'm currently unable to vanquish, despite sitting in a White Rose Centre coffee house indulging in a spot of people watching. A pastime which ordinarily manifests ideas aplenty, but thus far hasn't provided GJ Strachan with any noteworthy... Continue Reading →
This morning, there's a spherical amber vision just about identifiable through West Yorkshire's hazy cloud cover. This sight, scarcely witnessed of late courtesy of the seemingly endless attendance of foreboding nimbus aerosols, a token Zeusian gesture to remind UK citizens we're not hallucinating. It is indeed summertime! The god of the skies, perhaps sending us... Continue Reading →
I'm fairly reliably informed Leeds' afternoon meteorological guest will be April showers. Precipitation no doubt welcomed with open arms by fields of arable crops and domestic spring flower beds. Flora and fauna whose exposure to almost uninterrupted Easter holiday sunshine exposing them to aridity akin to a human's palate after ingesting ten Jacobs crackers in... Continue Reading →
In search of a strategy to help me relax during post-op recuperation, I'm currently listening to the calming sounds of rainfall on YouTube. This ten hour video, shot in a park on one static camera, bequeathing to it's viewer/listener the relaxing tones of cascading precipitation. I'd like to clarify, I don't intend listening to all... Continue Reading →
Thunder growls raucously over east Leeds as I type. Irritably, it howls like a wounded animal - An injured creature who's also lost it's winning lottery ticket and forgotten to tape last night's shenanigans on ITV's 'Love Island'. It's accompanying downpour of rain welcomed with open arms by the parched yellow straw, which in a... Continue Reading →
Perched on my sofa, I'm penning this offering with one eye on the TV screen where the Castleford v St Helens RL Challenge Cup match is being broadcast live. My other eye drawing the short straw - Consequently, it's Saturday afternoon will be spent witnessing a narrative being crafted on a laptop screen. It has... Continue Reading →
Thursday 5th April - Took a brief morning sojourn to the out of town White Rose Shopping Centre for mater's weekly comestibles. Outside a cloudless teal sky at last paraded a golden sun after the long awaited baton change from winter to spring. The latter having lots of catching up to undertake on the season... Continue Reading →