Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Is it me or have Amazon started using a one size fits all cardboard box to package purchases pre-shipping. I maybe imagining this, however it seems to me that whether you order a TV, watch or book of stamps, the same large packaging appears to be delivered to your door. For smaller items brown sheets... Continue Reading →
"Conversation enriches the understanding; but solitude is the school of genius." - Edward Gibbon (English historian Words of wisdom yours truly stumbled across yesterday morning. Thankfully, this stumble didn't result in injury; instead my only concern upon reading this adage was gaining an informed insight into the 18th century writer's notion. Footnote - You may... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, yours truly returned from spending Christmas at mater's to reacquaint myself with the role of housesitter at my marital home in east Leeds.. GJ Strachan's Boxing Day one of greater dietary self-restraint than witnessed during Christmas Day's over indulgence. Instead, my time filled writing, watching classic old movies, an Alan Partridge episode and consumption... Continue Reading →
Yesterday evening I watched a recording of a BBC Four broadcast of the John Wilson Orchestra from the Royal Albert Hall; a performance forming part of the 2019 Proms season. The Gateshead-born conductor's orchestra treating their audience to a selection of music from Warner Brothers movies. John Wilson was educated in the same Low Fell... Continue Reading →
This is my second attempt at commencing today's narrative. The hundred or so words I originally penned disappearing into an e-ether after, while hindered by having to wax lyrical on my mobile phone instead of laptop, inadvertently deleted the draft. They say a bad workman blames his tools. However, in my case earlier, it was... Continue Reading →
As a fan of it's excellent first series, the other day I began watching the second series of drama Killing Eve on BBC iPlayer. The story of the hunt for a psychopathic Russian hit woman played by Jodie Comer; the Scouser winning a Best Actress BAFTA for her convincingly evil portrayal in the season one. Last... Continue Reading →
As I start this monologue, yours truly lounges unceremoniously in a dining room armchair. Ten minutes earlier I was dining unceremoniously in a lounge armchair?! This maverick misuse of architectural design a juxtaposition of which I've a self-indulgent weakness. On commencement of this sentence my wife Karen has kindly wandered from the kitchen bearing gifts... Continue Reading →
Yesterday I stood amongst an army of green shirted MacMillan volunteers supporting a charity football game. This emerald clad battalion, along with numerous other like-minded individuals, intent on raising funds for both MacMillan Cancer Support and the Once Upon a Smile charity. The latter an organisation set up by Emmerdale actor Danny Miller to provide... Continue Reading →
I wrote a few weeks back about my intention to join a local community choir. This a group of engaging individuals I'd watched perform on Garforth Main Street during festivities for the Tour de Yorkshire. My own particular presence in the vicinity to undertake a voluntary collection for Marie Curie Cancer Support. Watching the glee... Continue Reading →