Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
This morning my wee wife and I went for a stroll at Roundhay Park. The chilling wind was so bracing that my little spouses jaw froze, meaning she became temporarily unable to say the word bracing. As a result, for a short time this morning, Karen described the strong breeze that was battering that scenic... Continue Reading →
In 1982 the British punk rock band The Clash released a single that included the lyrics:- Should I stay or should I go now? If I go there will be trouble And if I stay it will be double So you gotta let me know Should I cool it or should I blow? Should I... Continue Reading →
During a recent sampling of Facebook's fare, I was struck by the bizarre nature of some of the apps or themed postings that had rendered on my timeline. For example, I saw a posting which asked the reader to add in 'comments' the main characters name in the last TV show they'd watched. According to... Continue Reading →
It was one of the funniest scenes in arguably the best loved British comedy in the last three decades. A lovable imbecile sat in a café with his mates, basking in the glory of his recent award for saving his employers (the local council) money by using the same broom for 20 years. On cross... Continue Reading →
In an attempt to broaden my horizons, I bought a high brow publication this morning which I used to read regularly back in the day. Among the articles within its enlightening pages, which for decades quenched my thirst for knowledge and self growth, I was curious to read the following:- “Some free radicals arise normally... Continue Reading →
This morning, as I entered the living room in Chez Strachan, I was greeted by an unexpected audible ping. I foolishly romanticised that the noise was that of Cupid's bow string, as it forcefully triggering an arrow in my direction; a gesture of amour from a love struck valentine. However, this notion was soon dispelled... Continue Reading →
Recent sleep deprivation appears to be starting to take its toll on yours truly. My energy levels have dwindled to such an extent that I can’t even be bothered to bang on my kitchen window and shout “Stop digging up my borders! Go crap in your own garden!” ….. My neighbour Mike is getting worse... Continue Reading →
In the Suessdorf/Blackburn song ‘Moonlight in Vermont’, the writers paint a picture of the New England state as a hypnotising, romantic, snow covered location with Alpine forest lined highways and mountainous ski trails. The song is considered an unofficial state song of Vermont and is frequently played as the first dance song at Vermont wedding... Continue Reading →
The late American actor/musician Jack Lemmon was born on this day in 1925. Born John Uhler Lemmon III in a suburb of Boston, Massachusetts, he was the only child of John Uhler Lemmon Jr and his wife Mildred. His father was president of a doughnut company and his mother wasn’t. The number 8 figured highly... Continue Reading →