Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
As I commence this offering, I'm sitting in what's classed as the Popular Enclosure at Emerald Headingley cricket stadium. In the absence of my laptop, I'm typing this narrative on my mobile phone - An onerous task but not as difficult as, say, writing this with a leadless pencil, or Cheesestrings***. *** - Other processed cheese... Continue Reading →
Ninth month 1970 Boy of seven summers, witness of owl badge eleven inaugural Peacocks by name but not by feather, plumage white of spectre Shirts a blank canvas at kick-off, soon rendered by sweat and blood Child’s blank canvas rendered by fledgling football memories Pater’s eternal gift for offspring; a point from where he can't regress Amongst tribe, son's... Continue Reading →
Last night I watched two Sky Arts recordings of live concerts by multi million album selling bands. They were both performed by British groups in two historic and cosmopolitan European capital cities. This isn't a riddle by the way, I'm just building up the suspense! The gigs were filled with brilliantly executed songs, accompanied by... Continue Reading →