Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Last Saturday the Irish provided my afternoon entertainment when their national rugby team comfortably beat the Italians 63-10, in Rome. Fast forward seven days to yesterday, and my Saturday afternoon enjoyment was similarly provided by natives of the Emerald Isle. This time, though, it wasn’t rugby players Earls, Heaslip, O’Brien et al exhibiting their undoubted skills. Instead... Continue Reading →
It’s Halloween, or “A neet fir scraggsers and kets” as an elderly acquaintance bafflingly labels it. A night where ancient pagan liturgy meets with the contemporary ritual of sugar fuelled kids in scary costume. This evening in various parts of the globe, homes will ring to the annual sound of millions of doorbells and cries of ‘Trick... Continue Reading →
My neighbour, who for anonymity purposes I’ll give the alias Mike, kindly lent me his brown bin earlier to dispose of my excess garden rubbish. Luckily for me, as my bin was already choca-block with vine cuttings, he hadn’t utilised this receptacle for horticultural garbage recently. Due to it's weight, wheeling the bin around to chez Strachan was a heck... Continue Reading →
Everyday I endeavour to fill in knowledge voids by learning a new fact. Today on the bus back to my hotel from Chester city centre, I learned not one but three informational nuggets I was unaware of on waking from this morning's slumber. Firstly, I overheard the guy adjacent educate his disinterested looking wife that in San Francisco there are eight avenues called Love Street.... Continue Reading →