Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Over the weekend, I was sad to read of the passing of Chas & Dave pianist Chas Hodges. Hodges, one half of the London pair who in the 1980's taught us when it comes to a vacation, "You can keep the Costa Brava, I tell you mate I'd rava have a day darn Margate wiv... Continue Reading →
I dined out at Ginos restaurant on Park Row, in Leeds, yesterday evening. This sojourn, a date night with the missus involving consumption of an original Neapolitan pizza, a discussion about ferrets, along with a tribute to an entertainer from our youth...... My wife and me are nothing if not eclectic in our conversational topics.... Continue Reading →
Inspirational quotes - Well meaning advocacies supporting those venturing along a path in search of aspiration fulfillment. In particular, it's intended audience of the disillusioned, disheartened or fatigued dreamer. Words of guidance encouraging those whose half full glass has mutated into one that's half empty, that nothing good comes without strong foundations and tenacity when... Continue Reading →
I had a drive over to Blackpool yesterday, dropping mater off at the home of long-standing close family friends - A clan who've been thick as thieves with my brood since meeting in their native Leeds in early 1960's. Although the tower town is a place I've not visited much in adulthood, it's a domain... Continue Reading →
Yesterday morning I woke from my trademark erratic slumber with arms adorning patches of brilliant white gloss paint. These numerous specs bestowing a look of a starlit sky on my upper extremities; with larger flecks resembling an astrological constellation. Immediate thoughts during my disorientated state of reveille centred around concerns I'd been sleep walking overnight.... Continue Reading →
I had another trip over to my son's new home today. Painting, grass cutting and out of tune singing to 1980's hits the top of my agenda. If not singing along to music on Pulse 80's FM, I tend to hum the base line of the 30+ year old refrain. The humming solution ordinarily manifesting... Continue Reading →
Sunday morning started off badly when, much to my chagrin, a visit to the pantry highlighted that casa Strachan was bereft of Marmite supplies. Tardiness and lethargy, which yesterday ran through my every vein, resulting in me forgetting on Saturday morning I'd used the last of of my usual toast accompaniment. Consequently, instead of my... 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 →
"I could tell my parents hated me. My bath toys were a toaster and a radio." A trademark self-deprecating one-liner from late wall-eyed US comedian Rodney Dangerfield. Just one of a barrage of quips in his quick-fire standup act, interspersed with the woe-is-me catchphrase "I don't get no respect!" Although he was only joking onstage... Continue Reading →