Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
On our way home from watching the matinee performance of The Commitments on Saturday, my wife and I dined at the new Gino D’Campo restaurant in the centre of Leeds. It was our inaugural visit to the TV chef’s eatery on Park Row, which brings a soupcon of the Mediterranean to West Yorkshire. A ‘soupcon... Continue Reading →
Last Saturday the Irish provided my afternoon entertainment when their national rugby team comfortably beat the Italians 63-10, in Rome. Fast forward seven days to yesterday, and my Saturday afternoon enjoyment was similarly provided by natives of the Emerald Isle. This time, though, it wasn’t rugby players Earls, Heaslip, O’Brien et al exhibiting their undoubted skills. Instead... Continue Reading →
Edited and updated version of my original narrative.
During a movie I recently viewed, there was a line in the script that mused “The truth is like poetry, and most people f*****g hate poetry!” The movie was about deception and questionable working practises in the finance sector, not poetry. However, witnessing the above soupcon of philosophy, made me ponder why poetry appeared not to... Continue Reading →
It’s 7.40 pm on 15th February as I commence this monologue. I sit alone in my parents living room, perspiring from incalescence produced by the gas fire. I should really turn it off, but I want to maintain the room temperature of a Swedish sauna so my mum and dad aren’t in discomfort on their... Continue Reading →
An updated version of a tale of banter during the formalities.
Boosted by yesterday’s return of the prodigal sun, my wife and I embarked on the short journey to Roundhay Park for the afternoon. Temperatures were still low but, wrapped up against the chilling later winter wind, we had a pleasant sojourn with our long lost friend. Heart warmed to witness the solar rays again after its seemingly... Continue Reading →
Yesterday evening I caught an item on TV surrounding a new scientific theory claiming elder children are more intelligent than their younger siblings. I don’t recollect the scientist’s name, although I’m pretty sure it wasn’t Arthur Treadmore if that helps...... Oh it doesn’t, I’ll move on then. The eminent scientist (who wasn’t Arthur Treadmore) opined that... Continue Reading →