Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
I'm on the way back from Newcastle by locomotive as I convey this tale of my overnight stop in the north east of England. Despite foolishly decided to wear my porcupine skin undies on my return journey to Yorkshire, the carriage seat provides an adequate comfort level. A much needed change of scenery turned out to be a great... Continue Reading →
I’m writing this ensconced in seat 32 of Carriage A of the Leeds to Newcastle. I’m due to arrive in the locale of my formative years at approximately 2.45 pm. I will then head on via the Metro to the domicile my younger brother shares with his fiancée Ann. Granted, none of the above detail... Continue Reading →
I’ve just booked my train tickets for my venture up to the north east of England tomorrow. With hospitality courtesy of my brother Ian and his fiancée Ann, in addition to an evening imbibing beer in the company of affable friends, it’s a welcome diversion from the less salubrious elements de l’existence de Gary Strachan. The gathering... Continue Reading →
Recently, I visited York to see my son Jonny on his day off. It's always a fillip to catch up with the lad who calls me dad....... He calls me some less flattering things as well, but they'll remain within the family. Jonny and I took in lunch in one of York’s many fine eateries.... Continue Reading →
Procrastinating on a cloudy afternoon, my missus and I enjoyed a second show in five days at the York Grand Theatre, on Wednesday. Our entertainment provided by the cast of the show Sunny Afternoon, a musical story conveying the formative years in the 1960s of the band The Kinks. On Saturday our entertainment was courtesy of the saviours of soul The Commitments;... Continue Reading →
Yesterday my well wrapped spouse and I absorbed the therapeutic benefaction awarded by a stroll at Roundhay Park in north Leeds. To clarify, when I say well wrapped I'm referring to her being layered up clothing wise against the elements. Not that she'd been skilfully clad in lurid wrapping paper as a sacrificial gift to... Continue Reading →
Yesterday was a quiet news day for yours truly. With the exception of writing a blog, eating soup with crackers and watching the Ealing comedy classic The Lavender Hill Mob, Monday 20th February witnessed a paucity of activity in the existence of GJ Strachan. If truth be told, I could have taken the excitement levels up a notch if... Continue Reading →
This time last year, I wrote of the overt ramping up of campaigning prior to June's referendum on the UK’s European Union (EU) membership. At that point, like a majority of the country, I had no tangible understanding of the impact a vote for either camp. How could I possibly be in possession of such... Continue Reading →