Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Tonight is Zoom quiz night with buddies from the north east of England. An inquisitorial and musical shindig, borrowing from traditional variety entertainment formats utilised by Old Time Music Hall and, latterly, TV's Sunday Night at the London Palladium. None of the six-eight participants/performers of our clambake bear the great names of music hall entertainers... Continue Reading →
Yesterday evening I ventured to the Leeds City Varieties theatre in the company of my twenty-something son Jonny. My eldest offspring kindly treating his old man to an evening of surreal comedy courtesy of comedians Bob Mortimer and Andy Dawson, joviality packaged in their parody football show Athletico Mince. In the 1970's, last night's theatre received regular exposure... Continue Reading →
Now Delaney had a donkey that everyone admired Temporarily lazy and permanently tired A leg at every corner balancing his head And a tail to let you know which end he wanted to be fed...... Introductory lines of a traditional Irish folk song that late entertainer Val Doonican jokingly credited with turning him into an... Continue Reading →
Colour has returned to Leeds 15. The predominantly monochrome snow scenes bequeathed by the Beast from the East finally succumbing to a raise in outside temperatures. Now in a form of two parts hydrogen and one part oxygen, it undertakes a altogether new strategy of disruption in the form of sporadic flooding. The weather was... Continue Reading →
Yesterday evening, I ambled down memory lane in the company of old vinyl albums and my pater. During this saunter, he and I re-visited the easy on the ear tunes of David Gate's Bread, the melancholic songs of Phil Collins first solo album and a clutch of Paul Simon classics. Our sojourn ending in the 1960's Sands club, Las Vegas with the... Continue Reading →