Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Old Ealing comedies - Comfort films that, if I wasn't outdoors playing a habitual game of football or cricket with pals, eased me through Sunday afternoons in childhood. Bestowals from a West London studio, whose post WWII peak offerings blessed movie goers with celluloid classics such as 'Man in The White Suit', 'Passport to Pimlico',... Continue Reading →
The falling leaves Drift by the window The autumn leaves Of red and gold......... Those inaugural words of Frank Sinatra's lament Autumn Leaves resonate around my neurological corridors this morning. Despite it's melancholic undertones, it's a welcome guest; although it could have brought cake, the tight get! I'm unsure why the first verse of a underplayed... Continue Reading →