Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Yesterday, yours truly returned from spending Christmas at mater's to reacquaint myself with the role of housesitter at my marital home in east Leeds.. GJ Strachan's Boxing Day one of greater dietary self-restraint than witnessed during Christmas Day's over indulgence. Instead, my time filled writing, watching classic old movies, an Alan Partridge episode and consumption... Continue Reading →
It was a dark unforgiving Lancastrian afternoon. In a scene not too dissimilar to Trevor Howard and Celia Johnson's farewell in the 1945 movie Brief Encounter, an enamoured couple stood on the platform at Manchester Piccadilly railway station. In a matter of minutes the train would leave to distant parts. Tears welled in their ever... Continue Reading →