Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
I've the pleasure of my mother's company as I commence this essay, Costa coffee in situ. This infrequent event of her presence while writing follows her request to accompany me to the White Rose Shopping Centre (WRSC) - Her mission to "Buy some bits for Christmas." An inquiry I was happy to accommodate, but only... Continue Reading →
As I begin this prose I'm taking temporary residence in a Costa coffee house in the White Rose Shopping Centre. My OCD being severely tested by having to utilise a different cafe than normal due to flooding at my usual eatery. Circumstances that've led to feelings of angst, an outbreak of hives and a desire... Continue Reading →
It’s Halloween, or “A neet fir scraggsers and kets” as an elderly acquaintance from my youth bafflingly labelled it. A night where ancient pagan liturgy meets with the contemporary ritual of sugar fuelled kids in scary costume. This evening in various parts of the globe, homes will ring to the annual sound of millions of doorbells and... Continue Reading →
Unless you count the endless questioning my family subjected me to in our local boozer on returning from Canada, on Tuesday evening I took part in a pub quiz for the first time in ages. My team comprising of three young local Bedfordshire couples (aged in their late 20's/early 30's I'd guess) and yours truly.... Continue Reading →
I've just arrived back home after my two day sojourn south to Bedfordshire where I performed some of my writing to an audience of ladies and gents from Barton-le-Clay village. judging from the congregation's reaction, this inaugural attempt at orating my work proving to be a highly successful undertaking by yours truly. My 'script' the... Continue Reading →
I'm commencing this Sunday morning blog sustained by a comfort food breakfast of a cuppa and sausage sandwich. I didn't get an opportunity to pen a narrative yesterday; a result of spending time in the company of with my brother Ian. Yours truly's younger sibling my lifelong best buddy who I'd not seen for around... Continue Reading →
Niagara Falls is the destination on my penultimate day in Canada. Views that have long been on my bucket list, which's grown ever shorter during my odyssey in the land of the maple leaf. Visiting the globally famous waterfall a tourist aspiration I've held since old aunt Ada who in 1970’s arbitrarily advocated "Niagara Falls... Continue Reading →
My laptop has just informed me that today's 'Word of the Day' is hombre. I'm unsure of the source of this detail, or indeed the criteria for word selection, however I'm appreciative they've shared this information. After all, I'll be quids in if I'm ever on TV's Who Wants To Be A Millionaire and receive... Continue Reading →
I've recently returned from the White Rose Shopping Centre (WRSC), in South Leeds, where I purchased a new printer upon which I intend to produce Word document copies of my daily narratives. At the cost of £19.99, this a gracious offer from monsieur WH Smith and his splendid stationery emporium. Quite perversely, the purchase price... Continue Reading →