Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
At 4.45am this morning, unable to sleep, I stumbled upon and watched a YouTube clip containing an amalgam of opening titles from a 1970's/80's BBC magazine show called 'Nationwide' (NW). To clarify, this unlikely video vignette landed randomly onto my Facebook timeline. I'd not idiosyncratically googled this compilation during arbitrary nostalgic pangs to witness opening... Continue Reading →
As I've been otherwise engaged building a patio set and a new barbecue grill, I've not had an opportunity to compose today's narrative. Fear not, though, hold that hate mail and don't put your reading gigs back in their case just yet, as in lieu of a blog I've forwarded the questions I wrote from... Continue Reading →
Today's chronicle is the first I've had the opportunity to pen for three days. Far more important existential events have required my attention in the previous 72 hours than sitting self-indulgently crafting prose. Anyhow, yours truly is back with quill and parchment, more as a mental health efficacy than any enthusiasm to wax lyrical. At... Continue Reading →
Within the next few days I'll reach a couple of milestones on this enduring blogging odyssey. Firstly, today's narrative is the 1,800th piece I've penned since, five years ago, embarking on this sojourn by syntax. The second juncture of note is that of the aforementioned five year anniversary of me writing, along with publishing the... Continue Reading →
Commencing this second narrative of the day, its 6.30pm and GJ Strachan currently perches on a dining room chair ensconced within my West Yorkshire abode. Interspersed with jotting down notions, I gaze out into the darkness of the back garden with a rear door wide to the wall. An action taken to allow a cooling... Continue Reading →
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 →
Yesterday in my essay Face Value I wrote of yours truly's recent reacquaintance with a few vinyl albums of my youth. These original long playing records evoking memories from my fledgling years; melodic antiquities which I've habitually revisited of late. These vivid recollections bequeathed by musical imprints indelibly marked on the tapestry of my life, manifesting visions... Continue Reading →
I've just dropped my car off in Whitkirk for its annual Ministry of Transport test (MOT). Following a meander down the road to Crossgates shopping centre I'm cafe in situ, as I commence this prose; my trusty a laptop and Americano coffee, Yesterday's narrative Anniversary Stoicism told of how the day would've been my parents 59th wedding anniversary.... Continue Reading →