Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
The chapter of my life between 1988-1992 has featured heavily in my narratives this week. Memories predominantly evoked by a recent witnessing of a new movie charting the upturn in Leeds United’s fortunes during that era. During that same period, an early evening Saturday radio show was born on BBC Radio Five (later to become Five Live).... Continue Reading →
A journey east along A64 was the order of the day for my missus and me on Friday evening. Our trek was to see a show named You Win Again in the Minster city of York; a metropolis of beauty, history and manufacture of Kit-Kats. On arrival, after purchased a bouquet of flowers for my mater... Continue Reading →
Having just watched BBC TV’s Bargain Hunt, a couple of things immediately struck me. Firstly, my already held opinion of how rubbish Auntie Beeb’s competition prizes are was further endorsed. Secondly, that I’ll watch any old s***e on the telly. The winners of todays show, where two teams attempt to usurp each other at auction selling the antiques... Continue Reading →
This morning, courtesy of social media, I reheard (or heard for the first time) a bunch of tunes recorded in the 80s/90s by a group made up of friends. They were/are a band that have performed under many monikers in the last 30 years or so, but one thing that never changed was the quality of their music..... That... Continue Reading →
Being ‘on my tod’ over the weekend has allowed me a period of reflection on matters existential. Some quiet time to recharge my batteries and learn the words to Sinatra’s ballad Strangers in the Night. As a result, I’ve now got fully charged batteries for my remote controls, torches and my rotating bow tie. Additionally,... Continue Reading →
After a period of procrastination, today I finally bit the bullet and purchased a tin of gloss and emulsion. A move meaning I can now begrudgingly undertake the oft postponed decorating on my ensuite bathroom. Devoid of excuses, I can no longer put this laborious task on the back burner. So with this in mind, I've provisionally pencilled in the... Continue Reading →
"Marge, don't discourage the boy. Weaseling out of things is important to learn. It's what separates us from the animals…… Except the weasels." The sage like words of Homer J Simpson, penned by Matt Groening and his team of writers for an episode of the inimitable comedy The Simpsons. Why have I just quoted one... Continue Reading →
Last week I wrote about my daughter Rachel naming a star after her mum as a Christmas gift. It was a loving gesture that touched our hearts, bringing a tear to the green eyes of her courageous, resilient and selfless mother. Despite a naming error during the administration set up, we were deeply moved by the thoughtfulness of... Continue Reading →
Writer, broadcaster, actor, comedian and general know it all Stephen Fry is 58 today. Brought up in Norfolk, Fry is the first British man since some clever shite in Ludlow called George, to have his intellect viewable from space. The ‘know it all’ quip I made above was just a light hearted jibe by the... Continue Reading →