Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Thursday 26th April - Yesterday evening, my spouse treat me to a splendid birthday curry in a Leeds city centre eatery. Joined by my son Jonny and his fiancée Jenny, we were in good company, enhancing the overall ambience of the meal. A Chicken Tikka & Garlic Balti was the aforementioned curry that spent around... Continue Reading →
Being ‘on my tod’ over the weekend has allowed me a period of reflection on matters existential. Some quiet time to recharge my batteries and learn the words to Sinatra’s ballad Strangers in the Night. As a result, I’ve now got fully charged batteries for my remote controls, torches and my rotating bow tie. Additionally,... Continue Reading →
I ventured by contemporary omnibus with my wife into Leeds city centre yesterday afternoon. In half empty bus through grit covered windows, our journey encompassed sights of the salubrious and less salubrious suburban sights of our West Yorkshire metropolis . The psychoanalysts among you may say that by penning 'half empty bus', as opposed to 'half full bus', indicates a pessimistic outlook... Continue Reading →