Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
In the company of a pal of mine, yesterday evening I went to see a gig at the Brudenell club, Leeds. This an odyssey to see a band called The Quireboys - A synergy of musicians with roots in Newcastle-upon-Tyne, Scotland and a Llandudno B&B (allegedly). I'll be honest and admit it's a band I'm... Continue Reading →
I'm hospital waiting room in situ as the starter's pistol signals commencement of my second blog of the day. At least I think it was a starter's gun, not the sound of a drive-by shooting on Beckett Street! Sitting in the Imaging department waiting area, the comforting heat of an adjacent radiator warms my chilled... Continue Reading →
As I've written some pretty joyless stuff this week I intend attempting to inject some humour into today's offering. Although being currently bereft of a topic, start, middle and end, as yet I'm unsure in what way that whimsy will manifest itself. I'm determined, though, to redeem myself for prose that in the last few... Continue Reading →
On the 23rd December Panic Saturday will be upon us. A recent inclusion in the festive calendar, I have it on good authority it's the moniker bestowed upon the last Saturday before Christmas Day. A godforsaken few hours in retail purgatory, that would be worthy of entry in a contemporary re-write of Dante's Inferno. An inclusion in... Continue Reading →