Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
My Leeds born and bred father endearingly labelled them 'fish and nerks', or occasionally 'land and sea'. Depending on the county boundaries you reside, a deep fried takeaway food whose quality and cooking style differs markedly. Thankfully for those of us lucky enough to grace the fields, avenues and alleyways east of the Pennine Hills,... Continue Reading →
My week of exercise and healthy eating unceremoniously came off the rails yesterday evening. The willpower of yours truly, stoic foe of temptation over the previous seven days or so, conspicuous by it's absence during a visit to Headingley cricket ground. An evening sojourn with a pal to witness the Yorkshire v Lancashire T20 Blast game. All the ingredients were there to... Continue Reading →
Yesterday teatime, I stood inside St Michael’s Fisheries queuing for pre-cricket match fish and chips. The late afternoon humidity and heat from the frying combined to give the diminutive fish and chip establishment an ambient temperature of a crow’s armpit, after it has flown from John O’Groats in Scotland to Newark in Nottinghamshire. Do crow’s... Continue Reading →