Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
I'm commencing this narrative while on telephone hold to the HMRC. This necessitated by the revenue collectors, who in their wisdom have cocked up my Tax Code; looking like I'll have to send them the shirt off my back..... Thank god I've more than one shirt. Thus far I've been waiting 25 minutes for an... Continue Reading →
This morning a COVID-19 related notion popped into my conscious thought which, following a couple of circuits around my neurological corridors, I deemed worthy of mention in despatches. This not an epiphany of a magnitude which'll illuminate this prevailing dark global landscape. My coronavirus 'lightbulb moment' not something useful, such as a suggested vaccine for... Continue Reading →
Yesterday morning saw GJ Strachan chronicling his daily blog in a different coffee house to the usual domaine d'ecriture. Circumstances dictated to some extent by an unscheduled need to visit his east Leeds based GP and pharmacist. A medication hiccup which required immediate attention the catalyst to re-arrangement of journalling location. Footnote - The medication... Continue Reading →
On the album Nothing Like The Sun ex-Police frontman Sting gifted his discerning listener a serene refrain titled 'Fragile'. Contained within it a particularly emotive musical thread performed on Spanish guitar. A melancholic yet comforting melody apparently inspired by the killing of a peace corps volunteer in Nicaragua. As a non-musician I'm unqualified to give... Continue Reading →
I'm growing ever more concerned that during my hours of slumber I'm being fed subliminal fashion advice by latter day musketeer Laurence Llewellyn-Bowen. With them being subliminal, I can't prove I'm being secretly indoctrinated by TV's dandy interior designer. However, what other possible explanation could there be for my recent sporadic daytime urges to google... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, I took an impromptu trek to the Junction 32 Retail Outlet, Castleford. A drive I embarked upon with aspirations of acquiring new clothing to improve my sartorial elegance this autumn. Not to mention continuing my vain charade believing I'm not a middle aged man and am 'with it' fashion wise...…. Although, me just using... Continue Reading →
Tuesday 3rd April - Ordinarily I'm loathed to proffer judgemental comment on the sartorial elegance of anyone. After all, I'm hardly the dedicated follower of fashion written about by Kinks frontman Ray Davies in 1966. A fact I can relay with indisputable surety with the knowledge I was only three years old when the song... Continue Reading →