Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Regular readers of my blogs may, or may not, be aware that I'm a regular listener to talkSport...... Actually, thinking about it, you don't have to a regular reader to may or may not know...... It's binary, so it goes without saying you either know or you don't........ Anyhow, in digress...... Listening to talkSport means... Continue Reading →
It's 1.31pm on Sunday 18th July and I feel moved to commence a second narrative of the day. I'm unsure why I've chosen to pen this rare daily sequel; after all, as it stands I've nothing really to report. Well, apart from nearly hacking the end of my thumb off with a cheese slicer while... Continue Reading →
It's 6.30am on a Saturday morning and I've just woken from the bizarre dream sequence which played out during slumber. This offbeat night vision's plot line including involvement in a game of ice hockey while awaiting my car to be repaired at an adjacent garage. As these scenes manifested, I don't know what surprised me... Continue Reading →
Yesterday teatime, while yours truly hovered over the bbq grill listening to talkSport on the radio, the serenity of my soul was soured by an item relating to England football fans. In particular a description of one England fan's behaviour before, during and after England's Euro 2020 final game with Italy. Incidentally, when saying hovering... Continue Reading →
Like a weeping trench foot infection, this Sunday a less salubrious side of my nations social zeitgeist oozed toxically during England failure to secure the Euro 2020 trophy. Supporters behaviour providing evidence, if any were needed, of the 'without thought for others' culture flowing through a section of misguided Englanders veins. Before proceeding yours truly... Continue Reading →
My prevailing knee ligament injury still doggedly refuses to afford me pain free days. This limb trauma, although no longer bestowing acute pain of the initial post-strain days, seemingly determined to persist with imparting me with tendon discomfort. Consequently, although not as pronounced, my limp continues unabated. Thankfully, though, my hobble isn't severe enough to... Continue Reading →
I begin this prose with a woolly head, consequential of yesterday evening's celebrations following England's progression to the final of Euro 2020. A hard fought victory over Denmark, setting up a game with Italy on Sunday to secure European football champions bragging rights. National fever born from Gareth Southgate's boys' achievement seemingly a catalyst to... Continue Reading →
Despite football fever gripping the nation following England's progression into Euro 2020's semi-finals, I remain indifferent about the whole jingoist odyssey. This tempering of euphoria borne from 50 years experience living with England flattering to deceive in tournament football, middle-age apathy about a game I've loved all my life, along with prevailing low mood manifesting... Continue Reading →
