Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
It's two days since my first coronavirus shot and I'm delighted to report that, as yet, I've not encountered any adverse side affects to the vaccination...... Well, apart from a brief period yesterday when, thinking I was Scandinavian comedienne Sandie Toksvig, yours truly started conversing in Danish. As GJ Strachan speaks none of Denmark's mother... Continue Reading →
The remaining time as dog sitter to my labrador chum Coco is diminishing; her mum Samantha this evening venturing east across the Pennine Hills to retrieve the flaxen coated retriever. The four legged enchantress, who stole my heart (along with a fair proportion of my meals), returning to Lancashire to once again mix with canine... Continue Reading →
My Leeds born and bred father endearingly labelled them 'fish and nerks', or occasionally 'land and sea'. Depending on the county boundaries you reside, a deep fried takeaway food whose quality and cooking style differs markedly. Thankfully for those of us lucky enough to grace the fields, avenues and alleyways east of the Pennine Hills,... Continue Reading →
At a risk of alienating my readers and social media followers, this week I've embarked upon the always risky strategy of publishing my poetry. A controversial pastime which led to the following observations on the blurb of a poetry book I self-published a couple of years back. Today's sonnet contains a few observations about the... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, excitement levels of GJ Strachan's lockdown landscape briefly upped a notch. This short-lived brio arriving in the shape of aesthetic rebirth bequeathed from removing my unkempt beard. Some, well probably everyone, would deem this episode barely warrants mention on the rock and roll lifestyle scale. However, when the day prior to that's most invigorating... Continue Reading →
Perched on my sofa, I'm penning this offering with one eye on the TV screen where the Castleford v St Helens RL Challenge Cup match is being broadcast live. My other eye drawing the short straw - Consequently, it's Saturday afternoon will be spent witnessing a narrative being crafted on a laptop screen. It has... Continue Reading →
Monday 23rd April - It's St George’s Day today. A celebration of England's patron saint, who around 2000 years, according to legend, slayed a dragon. Born in the middle-east to Greek Christians, George is purported to have confronted the fire breathing beast on horseback (George, not the dragon) armed only with his lance (Ascalon), shield,... Continue Reading →