Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Yesterday evening I made the following satirical observation on one of my social media timelines:- "I've just read on Twitter that South Carolina senator, and person who can fit into very small cupboards, Lindsey Graham has contracted COVID-19.... Bearing in mind he's had his head stuck up Trump's ass for the past six months, this... Continue Reading →
Blowing gently in prevailing West Yorkshire zephyrs a single strand of proteinaceous spider silk lays entwined within the pergola beams above my head. It's gentle movement reflecting a bisque colour drawn from overhead solar rays. As we lay on the cusp of June's equinox, with sub sequential onset of ever darkening evenings, it warming (both... Continue Reading →
Commencing today's observations, I'm perched in my garden beneath a resplendent West Yorkshire sun. The romantic within me raising a smile as I draw poetry from my accompanying chromatic flora and fauna landscape. This ocular sonnet, via the conduit between eye and area of the brain which processes pictures, leading me to conclude (despite my... Continue Reading →
Wednesday 6th January 2021 - The United Kingdom is back in COVID lockdown for the third time since the global pandemic breached our shores last March. Today's blog, like numerous other of my narratives in the past nine months, written with one of its objectives that of informing future generations of life on Planet COVID... Continue Reading →
As I wait at the literary starting blocks ever eager to type today's blog, there're rumours abound the UK government maybe planning to expand the current COVID tier system. Whether this happens, or not, learning of potential restrictions to my liberty got me thinking about what further edicts could possible befall citizens residing within the... Continue Reading →
To the tune of Happy Christmas War Is Over...... With apologies to John Lennon:- So this is ChristmasAnd what have you doneA year dodging COVIDAnd not reading The SunAnd so this is ChristmasI hope you have funEven Boris and DonaldDespite being incredibly dumb A very merry ChristmasAnd a happy New YearLet's hope it's a good... Continue Reading →
This week, it's been 'great' to witness Brexit re-emerge from COVID's shadows to once again clock up several column inches. These bulletins, relating to our great nations shambolic, lie laden campaign to gain our liberty from the European Union (EU), informing our populace the 'oven ready Brexit' promised by our prime minister isn't quite as... Continue Reading →
Well, after three weeks of denial, the US Republican Party have green lighted the commencement of a presidential power transition to Joe Biden. This concession made despite Trump campaign lawyer Rudi Giuliani still endeavouring to unearth dead people who voted (not literally of course). His team seemingly also pursuing their batshit crazy conspiracy theories. It's... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, while autumnal downpours augmented my already stark mood, manifesting from Leeds' move into tier three coronavirus restrictions, I found great catharsis in my art. This therapy manifesting in the form of pencil drawing three caricatures. Each depicting cast members of the classic 1970's BBC TV comedy Dad's Army, an act imparting a welcome serenity... Continue Reading →