Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Todays weather forecast is that there’s going to be a snow blizzard in Leeds this afternoon. Blimey there’s nothing to this weather forecasting malarkey. Keeley Donovan and Paul Hudson, you guys get money for old rope........ Incidentally, If you also receive remuneration for new rope give me a shout, as I’m currently refurbishing a schooner. With spending my... Continue Reading →
According to my chums at Facebook, twelve months ago today I penned a narrative about my childhood Alpine pop man being a doppelganger of TV naturalist David Attenborough. Before I go further, I want to clarify that it’s a young David Attenborough I’m talking about here. Our soda pop deliveries weren’t undertaken by a man... Continue Reading →
Yesterday I wrote of a trip to the north east of England twelve months ago; an evocation courtesy of our social media overlord Facebook, via their ‘On This Day’ application. Over the last few years Mark Zuckerburg’s baby has provided me with the opportunity to exhibit jokes and life scenarios of varying humour levels, providing... Continue Reading →
On opening door number 4 on the advent calendar earlier, I was taken aback be confronted by a shrill creaking noise. I’m not sure whether the sound emanated from my yet to warm up middle aged limbs, or whether it was rust on the door hinges. Although on reflection as the calendar is made from cardboard I suspect it... Continue Reading →
On Saturday, just over 46 years after my first ever venture into its hollowed stands, I had a trip down to Elland Road stadium to watch Leeds United play local rivals Barnsley. To clarify, I’ve been to the ground hundreds of times since that visit as a young boy, fair of hair and euphoric of... Continue Reading →
Thoughts of fond sporting memories past were ignited yesterday on hearing of the passing of legendary US golfer Arnold Palmer. Although sad news, a collage of fond childhood memories of 1970’s sport were rekindled by word of the man nicknamed The King's death. As I mulled over this sad news to the background of nostalgic recollections, it dawned on... Continue Reading →
Yesterday I wrote of middle age. A time when many people begin an existential crisis, resulting in behavioural changes such as buying a motorbike, a high performance car, writing inanely random blogs and wrapping your head in adhesive tape....... What do you mean no one else wraps their heads in tape? I penned of an age group melodramatically... 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 →
Collecting with a charity box/bucket in a supermarket can be a great people watching exercise. By studying the diverse cross section of ages, races, creeds and colours that frequent these stores you soon get an indication of which demographic is more likely to donate. In this scenario I’m referring to people who are more likely... Continue Reading →