Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Tonight is Zoom quiz night with buddies from the north east of England. An inquisitorial and musical shindig, borrowing from traditional variety entertainment formats utilised by Old Time Music Hall and, latterly, TV's Sunday Night at the London Palladium. None of the six-eight participants/performers of our clambake bear the great names of music hall entertainers... Continue Reading →
It was three and a half hours of exacting engagement. An evening the sextet of participants will never forget..... Well, until midday today anyhow. Via the conduit of a Zoom video session, the protagonists gave their all (which wasn't much, admittedly) to prevail as quiz king, along with trying to tap the obscenely rich Tony... Continue Reading →
As I'm partaking in a Zoom quiz with buddies this evening, at some point today I'll need to write a round of questions for the inquisition. As yet, I've no idea of the topic of the catechisms I'll throw into our planned entertainment brew. However no doubt I'll adopt the same absurd 'true or false'... Continue Reading →
Since July's swapping of my residential post code area from LS15 to WF3 I've been lucky enough to have travelled to Scotland, Wales and Canada. In the process meeting some fabulously positive, engaging individuals whose company and generosity of spirit has been the very antithesis of the toxicity and negativity that for decades had hung... Continue Reading →
It was a bond initially forged in September 1983. This 20 year guy, slender of build, whimsical of persona deciding to end his capricious relationship with a financial clerical role, moving into hallowed computer hall at British Coal's Gateshead head offices. The previously unfulfilling work mistress dispensed with for a new employment amour of computer operations. A... Continue Reading →
As a follow up from my recent cardiac scare, I've just had an appointment with my GP at their east Leeds surgery.. At the commencement of my consultation I was alarmed to be advised by the doctor it'd be wise not to book any holidays. Concerned at this edict I responded "Why doctor is my... Continue Reading →
I had a rare venture to church yesterday afternoon. A service to celebrate those who've passed and whose funerals had taken place at the venue during the previous twelve months. Amongst those being celebrated my father Malcolm. Amid the throng of similarly bereaved families, my mother, me and several family friends lit a candle for... 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 →
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 →