Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Tomorrow, my daughter Rachel leaves her childhood home in Leeds, moving into a flat with her partner in Kent. The town of Tunbridge Wells becoming her new home, in the county whose aesthetic beauty earns it the moniker of 'The Garden of England'. What amazes me is how many people seem to know she's moving... Continue Reading →
Over the last twenty four hours or so, a visibility hampering haze has engulfed West Yorkshire. This 'pea souper', as my mum would call it in her distinctive Leeds brogue, creating a macabre dream-like scene outside. Unlike my night vision last week where fragrant actress Margot Robbie and me led Leeds United to only their... Continue Reading →
This week sees the eighth anniversary of a life changing event that shook my family to it's core. A time my brood and I were ushered, or more accurately dragged kicking and screaming, onto an unwanted emotional rollercoaster sojourn. A ride with no height restrictions, or indeed any other discriminatory parameters, allowing for non-participation. My... Continue Reading →
Summer 1976 - Recollected by many for wall to wall sunshine in the UK, the Montreal Olympic Games, Jimmy Carter/Gerald Ford's nominations in the US presidential election and the end of the Cod War between the UK and Iceland. For me, though, I recall it as an era my existence took an unwelcome path for... Continue Reading →
The past couple of days has seen yours truly twice venturing east along the A64 to undertake decorating duties for my son Jonny and his fiancée Jenny. The destination a village on the outskirts of York, a place they'll forever recall as the locale where they climbed upon the housing ladder. The couple's exciting new... Continue Reading →