Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
During my fledgling years my main love was association football, as an old Pathe news commentator may've dubbed the game in his authoritative BBC English tones. In particular, I was enamoured by the all conquering 1960s/70s Leeds United teams managed by Don Revie. Accomplished exponents of a game that led to a boyhood pipe dream of... Continue Reading →
As I begin this prose I'm taking temporary residence in a Costa coffee house in the White Rose Shopping Centre. My OCD being severely tested by having to utilise a different cafe than normal due to flooding at my usual eatery. Circumstances that've led to feelings of angst, an outbreak of hives and a desire... Continue Reading →
"I'll give you a clue, he won the medal while riding a horse." Words from a board game question master to myself and team mate. His well-meaning attempt to assist our floundering efforts at answering the question "At what sport did Sweden's Anders Garderud win a gold medal at the 1976 Montreal Olympic Games?" It... Continue Reading →
Prior to World War II (WWII), World War I (WWI) went by the moniker of the Great War. For a conflict which bore absolutely nothing great about it, a misnomer on the most grotesque scale. Calling it a war is even questionable in some commentators eyes. After all, the obscenity of some warfare strategies employed between... Continue Reading →
As a fan of the game who played club cricket for over thirty years it'd be remiss of me not to mention England cricket team's victory in yesterday's dramatic ICC World Cup final. A quite remarkable match where the tie was level after both the allotted 50 overs aside and the bonus six deliveries aimed... Continue Reading →
Tomorrow I'll be part of a voluntary team running a tombola stall at Rothwell Carnival, aiming to raise funds towards the provision of Marie Curie end of life nursing. Sitting here putting pen to paper I'm currently surrounded by carrier bags full of the prizes magnanimously donated by family and friends in support of tomorrow's... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, I ventured north to the Riverside cricket stadium in County Durham with a buddy of mine; the sporting smorgasbord provided by England and New Zealand's national teams. Both sides final group games; the victor's spoils the certainty of a place in the ICC World Cup semi-finals. Boarding the packed train from our thriving West... Continue Reading →
This morning saw my first gym circuit session since an over-indulgent weekend celebrating a mates retirement in Bedfordshire. An exercise class my three nights of decadence turned into a GJ Strachan perspire-fest. My avariciousness within the shadows of the Chiltern Hills coming back to haunt me in the shape of the little known medical affliction... Continue Reading →
Six weeks ago I disclosed, via at least one literary pastiche, that I'd joined a local community choir. A move I'd taken after witnessing the collective joy on singers faces mid-refrain, as they tunefully accompanied my Marie Curie collection on Garforth Main Street. The groups attendance part of organised entertainment arranged for the massed crowds... Continue Reading →