Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
A topic for today's blog currently evades me. This bloc d'écrivains not eased any by a panoramic scan of the living room's contents, which aren't providing much inspiration during this epiphany barren time. Amongst those items catching my eye are a dozen photographs of family members, a crystal filled wall unit, a nest of tables,... Continue Reading →
I'm away for couple of days and, lax packing for the sojourn, am bereft of laptop charger. A consequence of throwing two iPhone chargers, instead of the power adapter and one iPhone charger, into my holdall while hurriedly packing, So depending on your views of my literary skillset, I've the good or bad news that,... Continue Reading →
Yesterday my Twitter timeline contained a query tweet asking those witnessing for one word to describe 2020 at this current juncture. Wanting to avoid cliched responses of locutions like 'unprecedented', 'COVID', 'lockdown' and 'coronavirus', yours truly plumped for 'brouhaha' as an apt descriptive for the last six months. Brouhaha, a wonderful three syllables, not to... Continue Reading →
As my dear old mum would say, Thursday 19th June is being played out accompanied by "Weather for ducks!" Incidentally, as no doubt the Leeds lass would've prefixed the word 'weather' with the mildly cursory 'bleeding', I'm paraphrasing at this juncture. The word 'bleeding' her go to adverb in the occasions Maggie feels she's perhaps... Continue Reading →
"You're too thin, Bethany!" Yours truly's soundscape as I commence this chronicle. Well, that's what the coo of a nearby wood pigeon appears to be announcing in the direction of another Columbidae; perhaps suggesting they've an eating disorder they ought to address. Of course, that's purely my interpretation of the bird's cry. From the wood pigeons... Continue Reading →
As world death rates continue to escalate at alarming rates, courtesy of our COVID-19 viral nemesis, I read with interest today's the birthday of comedian/performer Eric Idle. He the writer of Monty Python's whimsical ditty Always Look On The Bright of Life; an adage which admittedly isn't the easiest advocacy to adopt under current circumstances. Some... Continue Reading →
During a recent gym class, I made the acquaintance of an individual who introduced himself as "Hello, I'm Rich!"..... Although delivered with a smile and warm handshake, his greeting set my mind wondering whether he was informing me his name, or alluding to his current serendipity vis-a-vis bank balance. Consequently, I was unsure whether to... Continue Reading →
Saturday 4th January - It's early afternoon as I commence this prose. My observations relayed whilst residing in a south Leeds retail outlet's food court; along with thousands of prospective consumers, my companions an oft utilised laptop and Americano coffee. The low winter sun shining through the glass dome roof overhead adds a glow to... Continue Reading →
On Sunday, my Canadian odyssey continued unabated, when I moved east from Newcastle village, Ontario to Brockville, Leeds county. My new residence a family home, also in the province of Ontario, a few hundred yards north of the St Lawrence River. A vast waterway on the Canadian/US borders which from the side I stand gives... Continue Reading →