Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Due to telephony issues, it has been a dramatic few days at Chez Strachan Senior. In fact it has become such a soap opera I've written a theme tune, which I'm hoping will become a hit when I've done writing the lyrics for Anita Dobson to release at Christmas. My dad Malcolm is intermittently unable... Continue Reading →
Tingley Tribune Friday 4th March 2016 There was a collective sigh the length and breadth of the village of East Ardsley yesterday, when police finally caught up with fugitive from justice Malcolm Strachan, who'd been on the run for non-payment of his £2 Conservative Club subs. Before the arrest, police had... Continue Reading →
On a couple of occasions recently I've had very pleasant lunches out, courtesy of two different Christmas gifts. On Friday, my wife Karen and I had a two course lunch with drinks at a Country House hotel in the Vale of York, courtesy of my sister Helen. While yesterday Karen, my parents and I had... Continue Reading →
They say that money talks. Well, that may be the case, but I’d wager it wouldn’t get a word in edgewise with my mum. Someone once said of her that “she could talk until the cows come home!” As she never shuts up and we haven’t got any cows it is an analogy of unerring... Continue Reading →
I’ve just finished a very simple, but satisfying, breakfast of marmite on toast. It’s was by no stretch of the imagination a culinary masterpiece, of which would grace the recipe books of Jamie Oliver, James Martin or Oasis lead singer Liam Gallagher. However, those two toasted pieces of bread smothered with vegemite meant my day... Continue Reading →
I indulged in a spot of document purging this morning. It's took a while, but at long last I got my backside in gear after acknowledging I couldn’t put off this task any longer. It finally dawning on me that my procrastination was starting to impact the cordial ambiance in Chez Strachan; so I decided... Continue Reading →
I'm sitting feeling bloated courtesy of the mammoth Sunday dinner I recently consumed at my parent's West Yorkshire abode. The roast beef dinner I’ve just troughed could have fed an army. Unfortunately for the 3rd Battalion the Lard Arse Regiment, I ate it all before they turned up so it won’t be feeding them...... They'll have to... Continue Reading →
I called at my mum and dad's this morning. It was an unsettling first ten minutes or so at their modest detached abode on the outskirts of Leeds. When I say modest I don't mean it is small, I'm referring to the fact it doesn't like to brag about its part in Leeds United winning... Continue Reading →
Former US swimmer Mark Spitz made history on this day in 1972, when he became the first person to win seven gold medals in a single Olympiad, in Munich. To add further kudos to his feat, not only did he win the gold medals but he also set a new world record in each of... Continue Reading →