Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
For the first time in ages, I heard the Stevie Wonder song Master Blaster (Jammin) on the radio this morning . Listening to its upbeat reggae tones with the unmistakable voice of Michigan's finest emanating from my digital radio, took me on a neurological venture back to spring 1981. In particular it brought to mind a three night trip to London,... Continue Reading →
Yesterday evening, after a lengthy day in our capital city, Karen and I got back to chez Strachan at around 11.30 pm; or 25.30 as a friend who can’t work out the 24 hours clock would say. Although tired, we were buoyed by seeing our son Jonny earlier in London town. That being said, we were relieved to get... Continue Reading →
Portobello Road, Portobello Road. Street where the riches of ages are stowed. Anything and everything a chap can unload is bought off a barrow on Portobello Road........ So sang actor David Tomlinson’s character (Emelius Browne) in Disney’s 1960’s movie ‘Bednobs and Broomsticks’. I thought of this song yesterday as I walked around Spitalfields Market in... Continue Reading →
My son Jonny is attending a work related course this week, meaning he has a five night stay at a hotel on the outskirts of London. It is the start of a six month stint in ‘The Smoke’ for the eldest of my offspring. It sounds a ‘full on’ week for the lad and his... Continue Reading →
They say that money talks. Well, that may be the case, but I’d wager it wouldn’t get a word in edgewise with my mum. Someone once said of her that “she could talk until the cows come home!” As she never shuts up and we haven’t got any cows it is an analogy of unerring... Continue Reading →