Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
In the company of a pal of mine, yesterday evening I went to see a gig at the Brudenell club, Leeds. This an odyssey to see a band called The Quireboys - A synergy of musicians with roots in Newcastle-upon-Tyne, Scotland and a Llandudno B&B (allegedly). I'll be honest and admit it's a band I'm... Continue Reading →
I've just returned from my inaugural visit to The Springs Retail/Entertainment Park at Thorpe Park, Leeds. A wondrous emporium of clothing, food and coffee provision, bequeathed to this fair metropolis by our corporate masters, innovative architects and a cosmopolitan cast of craftsman. Men who've worked around the clock, missing numerous Leeds United games on TV... 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 →
Today's 'To Do List' includes taking mater for her weekly food shop. A well choreographed routine spent at the White Rose Shopping Centre (WR), Leeds, starting with a Costa coffee, purchase of comestibles from M&S, calling in Clintons for a greetings card, before the main weekly shop for consumables at Sainsburys. As I alluded to... Continue Reading →
Yesterday evening, Leeds United (LUFC) were leading 4-1 at Derby with only 20 minutes of the match remaining. Unashamedly armchair supporting from the comfort of my home, I misguidedly still countenanced the possibility of LUFC leaving the east Midlands pointless. Bearing in mind that score-line, along with LUFC coach Marcelo Bielsa's team's sheer dominance in... Continue Reading →
Yesterday afternoon, as my wife and me slowly ambled up Calverley Street towards our destination of Leeds Museum, she pointed out this was her inaugural tour of the building housing our city's historical artefacts. "It's not mine. I've never been before!" I joked weakly. She smiled disingenuously, called me an idiot for what definitely wasn't the... Continue Reading →
I was Greek Street in situ for a couple of hours yesterday afternoon. My spouse and me seeking to quench rabid thirsts, induced by West Yorkshire's arid weather conditions, with a cold beer. Some may enquire "Why didn't you just stay at home and rehydrate with a glass of water from the tap, as opposed... Continue Reading →
I'm sitting having lunch alfresco as I quill this quixotic qualitied chronicle. A mushroom and ham pizza, along with a refreshing cider shandy with ice the accomplices to my crime against literature. Unlike an egg, you can't beat an mushroom and ham pizza - A topping invented by god because he found a meat feast... Continue Reading →
Part of our yesterday's celebrations for Mrs S's birthday were a cocktail at the Liquorist bar on Greek Street, along with lunch at Gino D'Campo's restaurant on Park Row, Leeds. For the latter we were joined by our son Jonny and his fiancée Jenny. Sitting outside the cocktail bar beneath the midday solar rays, my... Continue Reading →