Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
I initiate this revue litteraire perched amongst lunchtime patrons of a shopping centre coffee shop. Adjacent to me in this south Leeds cafe sits a woman who's audibly raucous diatribe about a friend (to other friends) is ranted with almost Hitleresque vigour..... Quite clearly, she won't be as evil as Hitler but after witnessing this... Continue Reading →
It was during the late 1960's, at around the age of five years old, when I first became aware of marmite. A realisation manifesting while sitting eating breakfast in the kitchen of my grandparent's Calverley home, west of Leeds. A juncture in my ageing process where I first caught sight of the iconic little black... Continue Reading →
I’m fairly pragmatic about the whole Brexit debacle. Like with most things political, the bar for my expectations of our elected representatives behaviour, integrity and capability isn't set that high. Although often saddened, I’m rarely surprised by a tawdry act or misleading comment from the custodians of our bills and legislation. A point graphically borne out with... Continue Reading →