Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Today's literary offering is a piece penned for a writing group meeting this week. The topic for this maximum 1,000 word narrative was to journal a first meeting between a young man/new girlfriend and his parents... Concentrating in part on the thoughts of the mother, along with the son's new partners observations of events as... Continue Reading →
Today would've been my mum and dad's 58th wedding anniversary; the first since he passed ten days after last year's commemoration of the same event. It was a time he was so poorly the old man was unable to write his message of endearment in my mother's card. Necessitated me penning the words of affection,... Continue Reading →
This morning I was saddened to hear of the death of David Bowie. In a era where new music predominantly comes in the way of insipid unoriginal offerings by boy/girl bands, reality TV contestants and boy/girl bands who were reality TV contestants, it's dispiriting to lose a true musical legend. Bowie was an original. His creative journey avoiding... Continue Reading →
I'm sitting feeling bloated courtesy of the mammoth Sunday dinner I recently consumed at my parent's West Yorkshire abode. The roast beef dinner I’ve just troughed could have fed an army. Unfortunately for the 3rd Battalion the Lard Arse Regiment, I ate it all before they turned up so it won’t be feeding them...... They'll have to... Continue Reading →
In today's blog, I want to share the story of a recently found cassette recording of my sister Helen at the age of three. In it she performs an iconic song from the musical Evita. Her vocal performance was of such quality that, upon hearing it, Grimsby impresario Greg Jameson remarked "Well, It's a better... Continue Reading →