Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Tuesday 17th August 2021 - As I look westerly from my office window, on the horizon the imposing Pennine Hills stare back at me. Views of this magnificent geological landmass a bequest to generations of my ancestors for as long as I'd forebears living in Leeds. Well, I suppose, not exactly like my forebears. After... Continue Reading →
To the tune of Happy Christmas War Is Over...... With apologies to John Lennon:- So this is ChristmasAnd what have you doneA year dodging COVIDAnd not reading The SunAnd so this is ChristmasI hope you have funEven Boris and DonaldDespite being incredibly dumb A very merry ChristmasAnd a happy New YearLet's hope it's a good... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, I ventured to the enchanting North Yorkshire spa town of Harrogate, our journey courtesy of the number 36 Ripon bus. It was a congenial sojourn in the comfort of leather upholstery seats with integrated USB port, personal table, free wifi and the affable tones of TV presenter Harry Gration informing passengers the location of each stop. During... Continue Reading →