Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred

A Whimsical Daily Diary From Deep Within A Random Mind

The Family Who Paint Together….

Yesterday, I assisted my son Jonny with decorating the staircase and landing of the Skelton home he shares with his fiancee Jenny. A task volunteered for in the knowledge I’d be in good company and had my son’s blessing to sing along to the radio as tunelessly as I wanted…… Although, when agreeing to the latter he thought I meant on my car drive over to his.  With this in mind, […]

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They Can Be So Bad For You!

Friday evening saw Mrs S and yours truly sitting in Block 104 of the first direct Arena, Leeds. Our venture’s motive to witness one Richard Paul Astley from the manor of Newton-le-Willows entertain us and 13,000 others with a night of pop and contemporary refrains. As I’ve written previously, my wife Karen has an endearing quirk of mispronouncing artists names and, prior to the gig, insisted the host for the evening […]

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In The Company of Mike & Spike

In the company of a pal of mine, yesterday evening I went to see a gig at the Brudenell club, Leeds. This an odyssey to see a band called The Quireboys – A synergy of musicians with roots in Newcastle-upon-Tyne, Scotland and a Llandudno B&B (allegedly).  I’ll be honest and admit it’s a band I’m not overly familiar with, or at least wasn’t until witnessing yesterday’s stage show. My mate […]

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Power To The People

This morning, I ventured to the market town of Morley on the south west periphery of Leeds. A West Yorkshire town, which according to the Pointless Information & Statistics Society, boasts more central heating boiler resets per year than any other European metropolis….. Apart from it’s twinned town (Siegen) in Germany which is notorious for residential heating system issues and excessive earwax. I’m unsure how the Pointless Information & Statistics […]

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Camel Coats & Emperors

I’ve been into Leeds city centre this morning, a wingman for my wife during her assignment to retrieve her newly altered camel coat. Admittedly not a scenario I envisage that’ll ever be incorporated into the screenplay of a Mission Impossible movie production. However, I’ll endeavour to make this yarn as interesting as a tale about re-tailored camel coats can be. I don’t know a great deal about the clothing business, other […]

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Landmark of Sorts

Today’s blog is the 1300th I’ve written/published on my website writesaidfred.org since embarking on this literary journey at the end of March 2015. Not a milestone of any astonishing note other than perhaps it’s number ending with ’00’, but still a point in my creative odyssey where I feel it’s appropriate to reflect on those narratives that brought me to this juncture. My lexilogical children like my human offspring, legacies […]

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Coulda, Woulda, Shoulda

Yesterday, with the blindingly low autumn sun necessitating a salute-like shielding of my eyes, I sat Elland Road Stadium in situ with my son Jonny. Our two East Stand seats the exact same ones we secured as season tickets during his childhood. With my now twenty-something son being only 12 years old last time we sat in these pews, the paucity of legroom for adults surprised him. Last time we […]

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