Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Striving to constantly evolve as an erudite wordsmith and thinker, I've recently began harbouring aspirations of producing more intellectually philosophical output. My normal dabbling into philosophy, which has sprung forth wisdom such as "Well, that's it then!" and "Hmmmm, never mind!", aren't without value as such. However, even the most benevolent of souls would rightly... Continue Reading →
Yesterday evening I ventured to the Leeds City Varieties theatre in the company of my twenty-something son Jonny. My eldest offspring kindly treating his old man to an evening of surreal comedy courtesy of comedians Bob Mortimer and Andy Dawson, joviality packaged in their parody football show Athletico Mince. In the 1970's, last night's theatre received regular exposure... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, on reading 40 year old TV presenter Caroline Flack had taken her own life I felt moved to broach the subject of depression in essay. My words not laid down in pontification, or indeed from a misguided position of self-righteousness which'd be rank hypocrisy on my part. Moreover, observations taken from my own experiences... Continue Reading →
Today sees a late start to yours truly chronicling my daily observations. Due to two visits to the White Rose Shopping Centre (WRSC) with Mrs Strachan senior, it's now almost 4.30pm as I commence jotting down Tuesday's notions. The initial sojourn to the south Leeds retail outlet embarked upon to secure Maggie's weekly comestibles; the... Continue Reading →
After a brief sabbatical close to the town of Whitby, I'm back in Leeds. My maison de vacances for the last few days located a five minute stroll from Skinningrove beach, North Yorkshire. It's unspoilt cove the outstanding feature of this coastal village; a locale which exists in capricious harmony with the North Sea's unforgiving... Continue Reading →
Last year, quite by accident I became aware of excerpts from the work of late philosopher/essayist Bertrand Russell. Knowledge I stumbled upon on during binge watching YouTube videos of thought-provoking advocacies delivered by individuals such as Stephen Fry, Christopher Hitchens, Richard Dawkins and Sam Harris. In a compilation of celluloid lectures, where sitting engrossed at... Continue Reading →
Today's itinerary includes the production and publishing of website prose, a gym session, a pharmacist visit and choir rehearsal. Events ensuring I'll spent my next few hours in the company of creativity, perspiration, medication and enthusiastically delivered warbling..... And that's just when I'm writing! Seriously, though, the penmanship and choir attendance undertaken as vehicles towards... Continue Reading →
Last summer's two week stay in the Betty Ford Clinic (BFC), where a strict regime of good diet, drinking more water than's held in place by the Hoover Dam and counselling, resulted in me departing it's buildings and grounds with my Haribo gummy sweet addiction in check. Yours truly's favourable outcome consequential of a fortnight's... Continue Reading →
As I await the diminishing of it's boiling water temperature to avoid scalding, my coffee house Americano with semi-skimmed milk currently sits tantalisingly in front of me. In desperate need of caffeine infusion, this wait undertaken with greater impatience than usual. An erratic overnight sleep resulting in a cranial numbness I'd imagine bears similarities to... Continue Reading →