Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Yesterday, the grounds of Belvoir Castle proved to be convivial venue hosts for Mrs S and my evening entertainment. No relation to the late Record Breakers TV presenter Roy Castle, the Leicestershire fortification provided an imposing backdrop for buoyant open air concert goers. These revellers partying to disco tunes of yore, performed by wandering balladeer... Continue Reading →
Blenheim Palace - Winston Churchill's birthplace and for centuries the residence of the Dukes of Marlborough. Not to mention the only British palace whose moniker nearly rhymes with the name of TV chef Ken Hom. Built in the early 18th century (that's the Oxfordshire Palace not Ken Hom), I was in situ of this imposing... Continue Reading →
Saturday 14th April - Yesterday evening, with vocal chords smoother than a Casanova pick up line, sharp clothing smoother than the escalators on the Piccadilly Line and soul refrains smoother than a Hollywood bikini line, US jazz singer Gregory Porter hit first direct Arena, Leeds. Actually, hit is probably too strong a word - Gently... Continue Reading →
There is an endearing quirkiness regularly displayed by my wife, at times unintentionally, that never fails to amuse. Be this the sporadic misnaming of celebrities, the naive innocence about certain 'near the knuckle' subjects or just an ill thought out, but nevertheless humourous, question. This morning she gave a perfect example of the latter as... Continue Reading →