Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Yesterday evening, the lockdown entertainment landscape took a spike similar to that recently seen with Florida's COVID cases. Catalyst to this upturn in verve the participation in a bi-weekly Zoom quiz evening with buddies. These fortnightly inquisitions, in which rounds of questions are interspersed with live acoustic music courtesy of two of our number, affording... Continue Reading →
It's been interesting, but kinda expected, to witness the rise in musical performances on social media during COVID lockdown. Whether via karaoke, or Tik Tok clips, it appears the public are making ever more concerted efforts to go viral whilst they avoid getting viral. Yours truly doesn't watch all 'party pieces' that drop onto my... Continue Reading →
Yesterday evening saw me participate in the fifth zoom quiz night with some buddies from the north east of England. A clambake including its usual heady mix of inquisition, live music and whimsical banter borne from decades long amiability. The protagonist's feasting on an eclectic smorgasbord of frolics, inquiries, interspersed by the acoustic guitar soundscape... Continue Reading →
Four general knowledge laden hours passed. An inquisitional tarry undertaken by six northern Englishmen; bonded by decades of acquaintance, fondness of the creative and incriminating photos. Despite quizzical feuding for 240 minutes, or so, the contest concluding with no identifiable winner of any of the segmental battles, or the ultimate war. A disorganised hotchpotch of... Continue Reading →
A few years ago, I randomly chose to write a blog in tribute to Red Buttons. To clarify, the narrative subject I’m was the late actor/comedian who bore that moniker; not the TV remote control button pressed to acquire BBC iPlayer. Born Aaron Chwatt, he changed his name to Red Buttons as his agent pronounced... Continue Reading →
It’s been a fruitful two days dans le jardin de la maison Strachan. Not only have I mowed both lawns, undertaken border work, along with jet blasting a patio, I've also learned the French translation of 'in the garden at the Strachan home’. Each task was undertaken with Verve and Gusto. Well, apart from learning the... Continue Reading →
This morning, while making a short drive across town, yours truly experienced a minor yet irksome incident. To clarify, this wasn't a vehicle collision, moreover what I'd suggest are a set of circumstances uncommon to my fellow UK drivers. Wanting to play an audiobook, but being unable to locate it safely while manoeuvring in relatively... Continue Reading →
I have it on good authority that the 2nd February was Groundhog Day. An occasion citizen's of Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania, observe the behaviour of local groundhogs as they emerge from their burrows. In particular their reactions to that day's meteorological conditions. Folklore decreeing:- If it’s cloudy on first leaving their burrows spring will arrive before the... Continue Reading →