Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
‘League One Leeds – A Journey Through The Abyss’ by author Rocco Dean; Reviewed by Gary Strachan I first visited Leeds United’s Elland Road home on 19th September 1970. A rite of passage allowing me to witness the most successful Leeds side to grace the LS11 turf. An overcast autumn Saturday seeing a John Giles penalty... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, I was talking to an acquaintance who told me that their new years resolution was to stop smoking. It was a bit of a surprise as I hadn’t realised my 10 year old nephew was a smoker, but credit to the kid for trying to break the habit! That was only a joke by... Continue Reading →
When I wrote my last blog I was on the train from Leeds to Newcastle, last Saturday. There was a lively atmosphere in the carriage as our locomotive powered north. Our congested coach was rammed with groups of high spirited revelers drinking, singing and arguing over track gauges on the Iberian national railways! …… I... Continue Reading →
I spent my weekend over in the Yorkshire Dales. It involved great company, a longish walk in extreme weather, a convivial Saturday evening, which included a hearty Xmas meal and being royally entertained by a folk group. I met my cousin Steve, his wife Gemma and friends (Kerry, Mark, Mandy, Bob, Stu and Theresa) in... Continue Reading →
28th November is a notable day for women’s rights. On this day in 1893, New Zealand created history when it became the first nation to allow women to vote. Also on this date in 1919, Lady Astor became the first woman to sit in the House of Commons ........ Although, apparently she required a further... Continue Reading →
As I walked out of Elland Road with my son yesterday, after another awful Leeds United performance, my mind drifted back to a mild evening at the same venue on 2nd May 2001. On that night, unbeknown to me at the time, I uttered perhaps the most prophetic words I’ve said in the half century... Continue Reading →
I’ve titled this blog ‘Allan Clarke’s Sock Tags’ for no other reason than I’m going to write about Allan Clarke’s sock tags! If I'd have written about Peter Lorimer's sock tags, I'd have titled it 'Peter Lorimer's Sock Tags'. If I'd have written about Billy Bremner's sock tags, I'd have titled it ............. Alright, alright... Continue Reading →
As a young lad I was a great deal more inquisitive than I've been in adulthood. Free from the distractions of paying a mortgage, working shifts and providing for a family of four, my boyhood inquiring mind was given carte blanche to roam, retrieve and expand. For example, when my parents first moved us from... Continue Reading →