Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Recently, I visited York to see my son Jonny on his day off. It's always a fillip to catch up with the lad who calls me dad....... He calls me some less flattering things as well, but they'll remain within the family. Jonny and I took in lunch in one of York’s many fine eateries.... Continue Reading →
Last Saturday the Irish provided my afternoon entertainment when their national rugby team comfortably beat the Italians 63-10, in Rome. Fast forward seven days to yesterday, and my Saturday afternoon enjoyment was similarly provided by natives of the Emerald Isle. This time, though, it wasn’t rugby players Earls, Heaslip, O’Brien et al exhibiting their undoubted skills. Instead... Continue Reading →
During a movie I recently viewed, there was a line in the script that mused “The truth is like poetry, and most people f*****g hate poetry!” The movie was about deception and questionable working practises in the finance sector, not poetry. However, witnessing the above soupcon of philosophy, made me ponder why poetry appeared not to... Continue Reading →
Yesterday evening I caught an item on TV surrounding a new scientific theory claiming elder children are more intelligent than their younger siblings. I don’t recollect the scientist’s name, although I’m pretty sure it wasn’t Arthur Treadmore if that helps...... Oh it doesn’t, I’ll move on then. The eminent scientist (who wasn’t Arthur Treadmore) opined that... Continue Reading →
On Saturday afternoon, I had a re-occurrence of the lower back problems I experienced during the week. I unaware of what caused the return of the pain, but the Strachan swear box has benefitted to my renewed cursing to such an extent we’re hoping to pay off the kids student loans. Thankfully, my discomfort had... Continue Reading →
Today's writing companions are the sight and sound of chefs displaying their culinary excellence on TVs Saturday Kitchen...... Or it was until a female Spanish chef started carving up octopus, causing my missus to turn the TV off. I’m not sure what Karen finds so odious about the act of preparing a cephalopod mollusc for human... Continue Reading →
Courtesy of a family friend’s gift, my wife Karen, my parents and I enjoyed Afternoon Tea at a local café on Tuesday. After a challenging few months for the family, it was pleasant distraction which we all thoroughly appreciated. After what seems like months of wearing scruffs and recently neglected grooming, I made a big... Continue Reading →
Today’s narrative is the 600th blog I've written since I started my website writesaidfred.org around twenty two months ago. Although not an easy task penning these monologues, it’s been a journey which I’ve predominantly enjoyed. Well, apart from blog number 412 which left me saddle sore following my foolhardy decision to write it on horseback! I first started... Continue Reading →
In the 2017 blog Desperately Seeking Creativity, an elusive light bulb moment is desperately sought by a Englishman; a catalyst to inject sparkle to a thus far uninspiring narrative. In the 1985 movie Desperately Seeking Susan, Madonna plays the free spirited Susan, who is desperately sought by Rosanna Arquette’s character; a catalyst to brighten up her hum drum life. The last paragraph has... Continue Reading →