Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
On the 23rd December Panic Saturday will be upon us. A recent inclusion in the festive calendar, I have it on good authority it's the moniker bestowed upon the last Saturday before Christmas Day. A godforsaken few hours in retail purgatory, that would be worthy of entry in a contemporary re-write of Dante's Inferno. An inclusion in... Continue Reading →
Later this evening, I'm headed out to watch the alternative rock band Shed Seven, who are performing at the Leeds O2 Academy. Hopefully, it'll turn out to be as entertaining as last years pre-Christmas performance I witnessed from the York band. A night that led to me journaling the following parody review:- I ventured out to see... Continue Reading →
This morning, it was heart-warming to wake to a yuletide ambience in my modest three bedroomed West Yorkshire domicile. The consequence of a decorated Christmas tree, along with the lighting of cinnamon scented candles. To enhance the festive feeling, through the bay window, a squirrel has just jogged along my lower patio; prior to hopping over the fence into neighbour Mike's... Continue Reading →
There's been a paucity of activity in casa Strachan over the last day or two. Activities such as weekly shopping for provisions, watching the rugby league World Cup final on TV and writing a parody gig review titled Selsey Bill or Bracklesham Bay, Love? , being my sole accomplishments in the last 36 hours or so. I suppose I did make Saturday's evening... Continue Reading →
I've decided to pen a supplementary narrative today. The driver behind this atypical decision being my personal requirement of the sanctuary I find in the company of pen and paper. A consequence of a close family member recently receiving devastating, although not completely unexpected, news regarding a medical related matter. I'm not going into details of this news via the medium of blogging. What I... Continue Reading →
On Friday evening I was in situ at first direct arena, Leeds, with my wee Durham born spouse. The purpose behind our saunter to the state of the art music venue was to witness a gig by American singer/songwriter John Legend, My wife Karen endearingly refers to the slick soul singer as John Legen; apparently unable to suffix his name... Continue Reading →
I bought myself a flat cap the other day. I’m not sure whether it can be classed as an impulse buy, or a purchase caused by a gene in a northern Englishmen’s DNA that kicks in at middle age. After all, as my wife (Karen), daughter (Rachel) and I ventured along the M62 motorway towards an out... Continue Reading →
After a period of procrastination, today I finally bit the bullet and purchased a tin of gloss and emulsion. A move meaning I can now begrudgingly undertake the oft postponed decorating on my ensuite bathroom. Devoid of excuses, I can no longer put this laborious task on the back burner. So with this in mind, I've provisionally pencilled in the... Continue Reading →
Middle age brings with it a whole new set of issues to cope with. Conundrums such as hair sprouting from seemingly everywhere, apart from your head, rear its unsightly head. Not to mention sleeping through the night without a toilet break becoming a thing of the past Another apparent vagary of reaching 50 is that... Continue Reading →