Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Around ten minutes prior to commencing this blog I was almost mown down by Alan Bennett, the acclaimed Leeds playwright, performer and author. At this juncture, I'd like to be clear the octogenarian wouldn’t have been the guilty party should any unfortunate injury has been sustained and litigation pursued. After all, the author was merely... Continue Reading →
Unless you're a snowman, a young child who likes sledging/throwing snowballs or own a grit salt production company, I presume you opine this current weather to be a putrid carbuncle on the UK's façade. Before proceeding, I acknowledge my opening paragraph describing Blighty's present meteorology was over-egging the melodrama, however I didn't want to just... Continue Reading →
I didn't watch much TV over the recently departed festive period. A paucity of broadcasting that would 'float my boat', such as a Breaking Bad Christmas special, meant the gogglebox and I were predominantly estranged over Yuletide and New Years. A Breaking Bad Christmas special, with Santa suit clad Walter White and Jesse Pinkerman crooning... Continue Reading →
Following the end of yuletide festivities with the family, things are a bit flat in chez Strachan today. I’m home alone this afternoon and, while I wait for slapdash intruders Merv and Harry to arrive, I am attempting to pen a second blog of the day. Will I succeed in achieving this objective? Well, if I don’t you’ll... Continue Reading →
I’m endeavouring to catch the recently released movie The Lady In The Van at some point this week. Based on a memoir of Leeds born writer/performer Alan Bennett, it tells the story of a transient woman who lives in her van on the writers drive in London for 15 years. I was told by an... Continue Reading →