Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Around lunchtime today I'll receive my second COVID jab; a final vaccination which'll (for the time being) markedly reduce jeopardy of me contracting coronavirus. Despite being extremely grateful at being administered this efficacious potion, courtesy of the National Health Service, how this event impacts my prevailing lifestyle is as yet to be determined. Clearly, this... Continue Reading →
This morning, to blow away a few cobwebs, I took a bracing stroll around the grounds of Temple Newsham House. I’m not sure how I attracted all the webs, all know is they started propagating around the time I commenced sleeping in my dad’s wallet. My walk, wrapped in several layers of clothing against the elements... Continue Reading →
Eleven years ago today former football manager Brian Clough passed away. Undemonstrative, modest, ambassadorial, understated and quiet are none of the words that have ever used to describe the outspoken Middlesbrough born Clough. A prolific goalscorer for his hometown club Middlesbrough (Boro) and Sunderland during his playing days, his career was prematurely ended in 1962,... Continue Reading →