Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
With it's predominantly glass construction making my current environment uncomfortably warm, I don't know how long I'm gonna be able to sit writing in this present spot; a coffee house within a south Leeds shopping centre. My iced Americano making little impact when it comes to cooling my body temperature, I'm finding the discomfort borne... Continue Reading →
As a man who likes to create through either the conduit of words or drawing, I've recently undertaken research to try and understand how my own particular skill sets fit in with other creatives. My objective that of attempting to interpret what psychologists state makes me and other innovators tick. Incidentally, when writing 'recently undertaken... Continue Reading →
Friday saw me venture north to visit my son Jonathon and fiancee Jenny's new home in the suburbs of Thirsk. A town which when I last visited, in December 2019, yours truly idiosyncratically described as follows in earlier prose:- "An enchanting North Yorkshire market town - Without doubt the most beguiling place I've visited which's... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, during an online account registration, the receipt of a 'I'm not a robot?' message set me thinking. To clarify, witnessing the inquiry made me think about robots - It wasn't a trigger to thinking in general. I can confirm that in the immediate seconds prior to the cyborg notions, GJ Strachan was contemplating several... Continue Reading →
Sitting in the newly renovated patio area dubbed 'Mally's Bar' after my late father, there's soundscape of birdsong as a backdrop to journaling these observations. As if conducted by Sir Simon Rattle, this ensemble of blackbird, blue tit, magpie and wood pigeon treating yours truly to a beautifully melodic tweet arrangement. Their tuneful arioso drowning... Continue Reading →
After spending an hour or so this morning ensconced in Pinderfields hospital Accident & Emergency (A&E) department, Wakefield, I'm back home nursing the knee injury sustained yesterday in a freak incident. An ordinarily innocent enough twisting motion while rising from a garden chair the source of GJ Strachan's prevailing joint agony. Anyhow, the diagnosis is... Continue Reading →
The strain of being a full-time carer to my mother hit me yesterday evening, when I'd an unacceptable meltdown when my plans to watch the live rugby league game were derailed. Aspirations of unwinding in front of the Leeds Rhinos v Wigan Warriors game departing down the same avenue where Lord Lucan disappeared. The source... Continue Reading →
I've just been unpacking a bulky new fridge which, when being shifted by GJ Strachan in isolation, felt so heavy and vast I wouldn't have surprised me to learn it possessed it's own zip code. Now unpacked and garage in situ, the huge silver coloured 'construction' now looking down on everything in its adjacent proximity.... Continue Reading →
At 10am my first chore of the day, the construction of the remaining two Hygena kitchen table chairs, was completed earlier than anticipated, affording me extra time for Saturday's scribble. The other pair assembled during a quieter period a fortnight ago. It's fair to say, I'm spinning a few existential plates at the moment. In... Continue Reading →