Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
After a perishable food shop yesterday afternoon, along with this mornings procurement/despatch of final gifts, I'm just about ready for the big occasion...... Incidentally, that's Christmas Day, not the Leeds Utd v Burnley football game on Boxing Day. The food shop undertaken after a 20 minute socially distanced queue to access the local Marks &... Continue Reading →
Sitting in a South Leeds shopping centre café, the inaugural paragraphs of this monologue are being written during a thirty minutes period I've to kill while waiting to start a stint of voluntary work for a national cancer charity. My medio iced Americano staring back at me, I panoramically scour the tables of this multinational... Continue Reading →
Unless they introduce a 'Best Performance Stood In A Green T-Shirt With A Collection Bucket in M&S' category, it's an event that's unlikely to secure me a BAFTA nomination. Nevertheless, I thought I'd make you, my discerning reader, aware that brief clips of an interview I did with a 'Made in Leeds' TV reporter are... Continue Reading →
An old acquaintance, who contacted me to send their condolences after hearing of my father's passing on Wednesday, recommended an effective way of dealing with grief is to occupy my mind with a distraction. He's never had to deal with the passing of a close family member but on his recent college course one of... Continue Reading →