Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Sunday 15th April - Yesterday, the missus and I returned the upstairs chambers back to some semblance of tidiness, following the upheaval caused by the week's decorating. A frustrating seven days or so where I couldn't locate stuff due to errant piles of clothing, inaccessible drawers and furniture road blocks in various rooms. I also... Continue Reading →
Tuesday 10th April - Today's 'to do' list includes applying another coat of emulsion, along with the woodwork glossing in the master bedroom. Yesterday, I put the inaugural coat of Dulux's Natural Calico onto the chambre walls. A neutral dark cream colour with its roots in magnolia shadings, it's a step up elegance wise from... Continue Reading →
Sunday 8th April - It was a fillip to see my brother Ian at the weekend. A Friday overnight stop at the abode in Gateshead he shares with his fiancée Ann. Divided by 100 miles of the A1, it was fairly rare quality time I shared with my sibling. As always, occasions where he raises... Continue Reading →
As I commence putting pen to paper, the distant sound of Adele singing the melancholic When We Were Young emanates from the opposite side of my lounge/dining room. Obviously, the source of the Tottenham-born singer's trademark lament is a radio station channel. The superstar hasn't travelled to my modest West Yorkshire abode to perform the... Continue Reading →
The sound of a TV fitness broadcast is within earshot as I commence this literary offering. Sitting on my posterior in my dining area, I grow evermore uncomfortable as I listen to a doctor relaying the health risks of physical inactivity. This discomfort a consequence of knowing all too well I currently neglect that particular... Continue Reading →
Scene - It's Saturday 19th December 2015. In a north Leeds social club, two men over 40 (that's years old, not pints downed) are stood with a crowd of around 100+ people awaiting a music gig commencement. The younger of the two, is in the midst of a home bathroom drama so bad he's got his own theme tune. Despite his renovation disenchantment,... Continue Reading →
Later this evening, I'm headed out to watch the alternative rock band Shed Seven, who are performing at the Leeds O2 Academy. Hopefully, it'll turn out to be as entertaining as last years pre-Christmas performance I witnessed from the York band. A night that led to me journaling the following parody review:- I ventured out to see... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, my other half returned to West Yorkshire after a three-night visit to her parents in Birtley, County Durham. As part of her home town's legislation, any of the townsfolk that leave the inside of it's metaphorical walls have to return every three months for stone cladding refresher courses. An edict my missus was about to breach...... Failure to adhere to this dictum results... Continue Reading →
Treating my recently wax cleared lugs to the R&B anthems of Aberdonian singer Emeli Sande, I had a night out yesterday evening at the first direct arena in Leeds. To clarify, spelling first direct without capitals and in bold text isn't a misprint, it's the brand spelling. Knowledge I'm privileged to as one of my personalities worked there... Continue Reading →