Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
During my fledgling years my main love was association football, as an old Pathe news commentator may've dubbed the game in his authoritative BBC English tones. In particular, I was enamoured by the all conquering 1960s/70s Leeds United teams managed by Don Revie. Accomplished exponents of a game that led to a boyhood pipe dream of... Continue Reading →
It's Sunday morning and I've taken temporary residence in my new 'go to' writing domain; Costa coffee at the White Rose Shopping Centre (WRSC), Leeds. A caffeine infused environment which provides me with inspiration, an Americano with milk, along with a less distracting background noise than home - Casa Strachan, where my paragraphs are frequently... Continue Reading →
In an event of laxness by yours truly, this morning I inadvertently reduced my four week beard to stubble. This grooming carelessness occurring during a planned trim of my overgrown facial hair using clippers adorning a number two guard. After the clippers first foray into my beard it was clear from the stubble length, when... Continue Reading →
As I need to be up and out of the house for 7am on Sunday morning, it'll be early to bed this evening for yours truly. My requirement to reveille and depart casa Strachan at that ungodly time is so I can be the other side of Leeds (Kirkstall) for 7.50am. My presence needed there... Continue Reading →
My daughter Rachel, who's been working in Canada for the last sixteen months, twelve days, 22 hours and thirty two minutes, is currently on vacation in the USA with her boyfriend. A lass who always tries to integrate with her hosts, Rach will spend her time in the States striving to fit in with the... Continue Reading →
The first birthday without her beloved husband. Yet another milestone to endure; one more hurdle to be leapt as part of the lady's grieving process. After 57 years marriage, prior to being widowed in October 2017, my mother's anniversary of birth today will no doubt present her with a very different experience than normal. For... Continue Reading →
Twenty two years ago today I moved into my current home in east Leeds, my relocation back to the north of England after nine years working in London. As I recall, a long hot day during which my young family experienced a multitude of emotions. In an unintended homage to Disney's Snow White and the... Continue Reading →